Silver Moraine drive it like you stole it

Most days when Rosalyn left the cliffs, it was to seek out Valravn.  This time, however, she remained closer... and had another aim in mind.  She'd circled the mountain where Sagtannet had laid their claim, but the place lay empty.  Curious as to where they'd disappeared to, she struck out west to look for some trace of the man or woman who'd harassed them.  Even more a waste now, if they'd vanished regardless.  Her contempt was visible.

It didn't abate when she hit the glacier, and still hadn't found a sign, though she was thinking of turning and calling it quits for the moment.  She didn't like to leave the cliffs for too long and it was a waste if they'd gone this far.  They'd be no trouble out here.  As she turned, however, she spotted the prone form of a stranger some short distance away.

The pirate's eyes narrowed, and she moved forward to inspect.  The wolf looked young, no visible signs of injury.... but this was a strange spot to choose for a nap.