Duskfire Glacier Lay your weary head to rest.

The wolves guarding the glacier had been mentioned but Uki had found their temporarily nomadic lifestyle a more pressing concern while on the road than her thoughts on what arriving would be like. The sight of the ice filled her with a joy so deep that a noise bubbled in her throat - a sob of exhaustion or a laugh of relief - threatening to escape. The waif swallowed the rest of her weariness and plodded along after the family. 

She broke off from them, lingering some couple of paces away from the majority of the wolves gathered. The berserker watched the rest of her new pack with a cool argent gaze; seemingly unable or unwilling to interact if the guarded hunch to her wounded body is any indication.

The gashes and rusty wounds littering her body, alongside the sharp definition of her skeletal structure speaks of a hard experience found on the road. The waif can muster no energy to greet the rest of nanuk's gathering and simply waits for the opportunity to fall into a dreamless sleep.