Permafrost Hollows nevermind in what we do

When it came to Dwin's relationship to religion she would best be described as an agnostic. Neither was she overly superstitious. And by this time she was also outgrowing her belief in various fictional and imaginary characters that had played an important role during her childhood. She had learned by now that the world was not painted exactly in the colours she had imagined it to be and at the same time the fact that there was just hard work and no easy solutions, made the reality all the more fascinating. You had to be different kind of creative to deal with the challenges. BUT with all her grown-up mindset time from time she enjoyed to engage in a little bit of magic. Like, when she had to decide, where to go next from the plains - South or East - she had consulted with her favourite deity - Loki. She had asked him for a sign and he had delivered, when a gust of Eastern wind hit her in the face with a stray leaf. 

So - off she went - past a claimed territory, where she had meandered around a bit, hoping to meet any of the dwellers to talk with, but, when that did not happen, she had moved on. The landscape changed, it got considerably colder and once again food became hard to come by. Going back the same way she had arrived was out of question. Boring even, therefore despite the hangry rumbling in her belly, she followed a path left by another predator earlier and eventually she arrived just in time to see a dappled canine figure going after a rabbit and catching it succesfully. "Good hunt," she called from distance, approaching the other. "You move like wind," she praised.