Ouroboros Spine The big lake they call Gitche Gumee

Towards the Spine they strode, the location in which some of Moonspear's former members recovered. It was a territory Vallkyrie had been to before during a hunt or two. Not particularly a place she would first think to call home, however, though she assumed settling here had been more or less out of need, then want.

The territory was a circle of low stout mountains which took a sharp slope down into what was not predominantly a big below. Not much of a sight from below but a sanctuary to those now in great need.

As they drew nearer, Vallkyrie took to standing at Bronco's side, a glance passing to Antares to see how their wounded brethern was holding up. They were all tired and Kyr's legs were sore, paws split and cut from digging but more then anything her pale eyes kept to the dark man's wellbeing.

As the first of Moonglow arrived, the huntress' attention rose, head lifting higher, ears perked at the manner which the sleek dark wolf silently presented himself. Not a friend of the Glen or he would have spoken up. A prowling behavior, the behavior of a hunter to prey, which Vallkyrie had great practice. Moonglow, specifically Kukutux, would learn quickly that a hunter was definitely not defined by men, should she stay.

Another made way then, slowly, surely. Her injury obvious by which she limped, by which one of her limbs were cradled. A nod, to her, sharp and formal, but the huntress said nothing, not even as Keyni came relieved to the dark knight near her. She was not Moonglow, nor Moonspear or Glen. She was not pack nor family. A lack of placement she quickly came to notice.