Moonspear berserk

Her night was quiet so far. Only a soft crunch of snow underfoot, but even that was terribly subtle as it faded into the rhythm of her jog. She'd made it over the borders and seen no one so far as she worked her way back into the territory's heartlands. It was bitterly cold, and painfully still out. Which, while good for the ease of safety on this stretch of the mountain, it was certainly far from entertaining. She only attached herself to the nearest pathway and went with it, hoping to muster motivation to track bear whereabouts again.

The beginnings of different scent began to tickle her nose and the dark alpha slowed up, then sniffed thoughtfully. She weighed her options for a beat and decided to follow it a little closer. After all, she had no other pressing matters at present, so why not? It was mainly curiosity that pressed her forward, but that was only normal.

She encroached slowly but steadily. Of the brothers, she was least familiar with him so was far more measured than she'd be while approaching Charon, for example. But it was high time she establish something besides being in the same place at the same time with him. She knew he occupied the nights, could function well as a hunter, and that was about the extent of it.

But, she flared her nostrils and caught wind of the different earthy, distinct scent. Against winter's frigid air, it stood out quite well. She looked him over in a silent inquiry, wondering where he had unearthed his treasure from, and if he had a purpose for it.

bad ragnar, lmao