Tormented Tarns Unwelcoming welcome

The trek was lonely, disgusting and tiring. The thick water pulled on her long limbs, caked her fur. She felt heavy even though she was far from it. The land around her was deadly silent, a clear sign of lack of life here. Though, faintly, she began to smell something other then the muck around her - another wolf. Pausing, icy bright eyes searched. The wolf was closer then she expected and Vallkyrie foolishly didnt notice surely because of the stench here. As the other woman looked over Vallkyrie,  Kyr stared back. 

She was a smokey grey and black colored woman and the eyes which watched her curiously now were an equally gray hue, bright with a slivered sparkle. Much of Vallkyrie's blood held these same colorations, if not a darker black all together, even down to the other female's washed out muzzle. If it was not the the cold, mucky waters which she stood in, Kyr might have been able to think the woman resting upon that little dry patch was kin. But Vallkyrie was very far from home and after she was done with her pause and obversiving of the woman, smiled respectfully and began making her way slowly through the muck once more as to not disturb her rest.