Noctisardor Bypass sinister mist

Ivana descended from the rise, her heavy paws breaking the frozen crust of the snow with a measured, rhythmic weight. Her pale eyes traced the jagged line of the mountains and the strategic value of the frozen lake. She was weighing the land's worth, judging it by the defense it provided rather than its beauty.
The valkyrie stopped a short distance from him, her dark coat standing out like a charcoal smudge against the white. She gave a single, sharp nod, a cold acknowledgement of his presence and the several days trail she had followed.
„Your claim?” she asked, her voice short and level, cutting through the mountain silence. The dark woman did not wait for him to offer a tour. She moved past him, her dark flank nearly brushing his as she headed deeper into the valley toward the scattered woodlands. Ivana paused only to look back over her shoulder, her pale eyes fixed on him with an unyielding, demanding gaze.
„Show me the rest,” she directed. It was an order. He had brought her to his gates; now he had to prove that the interior was worth her presence.