Barrow Fields Let it Happen

@Njal :o Northern part of the fields, nearing Ankyara's forests 

Even though Tuwawi could not see the ocean from her watch, the hum of breaking waves and the screams of reeling gulls reminded the red drifter that mother sea was ever present. It was disconcerting to the Sveijarn, who's ire for Caiaphas was matched by her disdain for the coastal scrim, and so she unwillingly broke from the straightforward path and cut into the adjacent plains for a mental reprieve. The few inches of snow only covered the base of taller, dead grass and she moved through the area with purpose and intent. She had managed a kill the day before and it was enough to keep her going for this leg of the journey, but the ember knew she would soon have to bunker down and regain her strength for her final assault. 

The journey was not without its set of obstacles. The matron's skeletal frame complained with each step. Aching joints whined like rusty gears and their attached muscle was taught and stiff. Her body screamed for rest, but the mind and heart would not be beseeched. The dark collar around her neck had grown loose, but its obstinate buckles remained fastened.

Suddenly, a buzzing sound Tuwawi recalled echoed in the air. She looked skyward to see an odd shaped bird unlike any before. The helicopter - though Tuwawi would never know it by name - circled overhead for a minute or two before taking off inland. Her tattered muzzle frowned, wondering if the sight was a bad omen.