Haunted Wood now it's three in the morning

Beyond the treeline?
Vanity's jaw hardened.
"I can if your call hasn't spooked them too far."
They were racing against time. She would've gathered others if Hela had called for a hunt, not a meeting with her - alone.

Vanity licked her lips, thinking. If they were running, it's likely there were here for shelter and easy food. Of course, Vanity could see the bark stripped from trees close by. She looked up through the skeletal fingers of trees, watching the snow falling abysmally. 
Time.
"We wait. They'll be here is we wait a bit longer. They don't want to be in this weather."
If the call had scared them from the treeline, they'd return once they see they were not being hunted. Especially if the weather got worse.