Hoshor Plains A Few Dollars More

Keres was the farthest she'd yet been from her home since arriving and settling in at the Spear, passing freely through the Glen, into the Heartwoood and the plains beyond. Mantally, she sought to map the lands, forming a visual in her head of where certain landmarks stood. She wanted to be a boon to her pack and family, and while she was no warrior, she was many other things that were just as important. Still, honing her ability to fight could not hurt, either; if something were to happen and she could not readily dive into the fray as the others could, the valkyrie would not be able to live with herself.

Erebus would have been so surprised, She mused, gliding through the golden grass as her eyes scanned the horizon. At first, she did not see the wolf, as he belnded with the plains so well, but the closer she came, the easier his form was to pick out and so was his scent. Loner, no heavy scent of pack hanging around him. He looked on the hunt for something, though she scented no fresh tracks of prey, not in the immediate area, at least. Slowing to a halt, Keres watched as he moved towards an interception point between them, green eyes curious and calm.