Bramblepoint The Battle of Evermore

Their journey was not an easy one. Though they did not travel far, their efforts wore on them, their minds and bodies growing weak. By now, Vallkyrie was quite a dirty woman though by the black of her fur one might not tell it, yet the stark white river from her throat to underbelly was gray with grim and soot. Her legs were sore from digging, her paw pads beginning to crack and bleed. She refused to stop, even if Bronco would suggest it. So far they had not much luck in their endeavors...

And then, finally she had found something. Another Firefly wolf, one not of the found group. One which Bronco quickly allowed her to know was Antares. Whilst Bronco called out to the survivors, Kyr kept the trail, moving along in long, fluid steps towards the Bramblepoint.

Ahead was a stark black man, tall and wiry, with a thick ruff of furs along his nape and shoulders. And a sharp dark blue gaze would turn to her own, that of paled ice. Her heart flutters, her gut drops. So much he looked like Hydra and the lingering moment caused her to pause. But only a moment. The huntress pulled forward, his name on her breath as though reunited with a long lost friend. Finally, they had found someone alive.