Mount Apikuni Wicked Games

In the end, Valkyrie decided that it was better to stick with what she knew. After all, she was not much of a risk taker. A nomadic lifestyle had taught her that, while she had no permanent pack to return to, she should prioritize her safety and health. As she she came to that conclusion, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the snowscape shift. Giving pause, she turned, noting that it was not snow, but rather a creature as white as their surroundings. From a second's glance, she had already been able to tell that the creature was smaller than she, although distinctly wolf.

Now that it was clear that they had both spotted each other, it would only be polite to acknowledge the other. Ears cocking forward in a relaxed, but curious manner, she tipped her head, and lowered her torso in a brief, formal bow. A single wolf posed no threat to the wandering warrior, but Valkyrie kept her wits about her, in case there were more hiding among the snow drifts. Nonetheless, she offered a friendly wave of her tail, standing her ground to see if the stranger would meander over, or simply go on her way.