King Elk Forest ≼ völuspá

aw but maybe @Nyktos

a thin shape slipped from the treeline, warm to the touch even in the cold morning air. heat leaked from the hollows of her ribs, the quiet echo of a forest that had burned her through.

she paused beneath the dripping firs, head tilted, golden eyes scanning for the old gods in the sway of needles and the hush of wind. a slow breath. a lowered shoulder. a faint scrape of claws in the moss — the only signs she could give.

the woods offered no omen. still, she moved on, light and smoke-soft, as if following something only her scorched bones could hear.