Silver Creek Dashing through the snow

They had been pushed to their limits and despite her pride, Freyja knew that they needed help. Falling in alongside her companion, Freyja did her best to hold on and push through. She pushed herself close to Seff, their sides almost touching, so that she could be guided through the storm. She looked her side on more than an occasion to see how Hvitserk was doing.

After what felt like an eternity, the silhouette of a figure loomed in the distance as the strong scent of a pack drifted in her general direction. Pausing as Seff did, Freyja lifted her head and perked her ears to examine just who stood before them. Though she didn't hold her breath in that moment, the grey-scaled girl did wonder if they had stumbled upon a pack and if perhaps this wolf was apart of said pack.