Barrow Fields Let's be reckless, unaffected.

Nyx had not strayed from the sound since her arrival in December. It was rare for her to stay in any one place for so long - even as a member of Winterheart and Ormarr, she would regularly travel beyond the borders and disappear for days or sometimes weeks if she found something worth straying for. She wasn't entirely sure what kept her tied to this particular territory: the threat of Drageda meant increased defense of their outskirts, and she had considered the strong possibility of rediscovering her pull to wander and not wanting to return. The last thing she wanted was for Ingram and Lycaon to believe she'd abandoned them.

The tension within Grimnismal following the altercation between her pack-mates was what drove her from the shore. The golden Ostrega sought some breathing space, exiting their forest at dawn to make her way further inland. She found herself trailing along a fresh deer trail, where a herd had passed through the Barrow Fields sometime in the night. Nose to the ground, Nyx followed their cloven prints through the snow. She was in no position to fell one and get it safely back to the coast by herself, but knowing the location of suitable prey was valuable. She fancied someday spiriting a few of her comrades away to hunt as a group. It could break the ice, perhaps, and begin mending fractured bonds.