Sunset Valley Where to now?

following hosannah's many discoveries (that things could go on without her being present was something of an oddity to her, this narcissistic creature who coveted the sun), she decided quickly and firmly to cleanse the realm of these strange things. these sinful acts, perpetrated by the man she perceived as the high priest no less, would be paid for with prayer and ritual; reek would understand his folly then, and not allow himself to be tainted by the wiles of another woman. she would be sure to fix this, to cleanse the sin from him. thus, heading north across the jagged terrain of her home and then beyond, hosannah sought the materials for a purifying ritual.

she would need frogs. an odd thing to search for now, with the heat of summer on her back, but she needed them nonetheless. frogs, feathers, skulls — but where could she seek them? beyond the grotto lay this strange place she had never delved in to before; hosannah knew that marshland held pieces of what she required, but not everything. it was warm enough now that the north was pleasant, but she doubted she would find anything remotely close to the habitat of her intended targets; including the famine to her scheme, and she began to doubt. she could not as Raas for aid in this. it was a mortal issue and she, a mortal, would solve it. 

as she paced through the northlands and in to the strange valley, her attention was splitting. she looked to the sky for any indication that she was on the right track, muttering soft little prayers despite knowing she was unguided in her desires now; she looked to each dark figure coasting above, or roosted in trees, to spy upon them. if she found the correct feathers here then that would do - the rest she would delve south to find, if necessary. as she quested she came upon  something entirely unwanted, something she had not been hunting — a wolfish figure with their head craned towards the setting sun.