Mount Everfall Say goodbye to the setting sun.

The clarion call of an errant beast shot through the rain and the dark. The wolf paused. Her expression shifting between surprise and concern. The rainy haze mitigated any chance that she might catch sight of the stranger, while the increasing frequency of inclement weather made every sound suspect, every scent skewed.

Er einhver þarna úti? For now, all that was carefully gathered was put out of her mind; this could be a threat, and so she would remain alert.