Ankyra Sound i mean like a goddamn marching band

Their first order of business turns out to be that of recruitment. Easy enough. Helix finds herself a decent judge of character, the ability to spot a warrior when she sees one, and surely other skills just as useful they may need in the impending months of cold weather. The further south they are from Trigeda, she doesn’t expect such harshness, but they have many small mouths to feed—more than she thinks they can afford (how lucky to have lost one with Thuringwethil and another disappearing)—so she moves with purpose. 

After checking the borders, she moves south into the sound. She’s met a number here already as it and as a scent tickles her nose late in the morning, she follows. Not expecting to pick up every wolf she runs into, she can at least get a feel for what to expect, and once he woman comes into view, Helix makes a path for her. Before she sees the saddened and worry worn expression, she offers a gentle chuff when close enough to gauge the stranger.