Barrow Fields The interesting thing

Near the Watch, first post is @Stjornuati
@Solpallur

The days were growing shorter. Colder. For weeks she had pushed herself on her own along the same path her brothers had taken. It had been her path to find. Her fur had already become plush and soft from the thick undercoat that had restored itself. Thank the Gods that Freya had bestowed upon her such furs to keep her warm during a bitterly wet journey. On her own it seemed nearly impossible that she might find them, even from their trails.
At one point, their trail had abruptly vanished, or else was washed away such that she was unable to locate them again.
Valmúa was positive they had done it all on purpose. They wanted to leave her behind. Her, the only interesting damn thing in their lives they wanted to be rid of. Idiots.
Every day grew more dull without someone to torment. Every sunset grew uglier. Eventually even she started to grow ugly as her muscles wasted and her body consumed itself. What a shitty mechanic. But eventually a heartbeat from the heavens banged its foul instrument hard when she awoke one especially shitty morning
Hringja. Its alluring song called her name that day stronger than it had even been when she’d left Stormhaven. She followed it. It felt like the worst headache she had ever had, which she supposed made some sense since those two dumbasses were the worst headache anyone had ever had.
The trail she found late in the afternoon was fresh. She ventured over coastlines, past mountain ranges, until Val was positive they were close. She narrowed her eyes, creeping through the brush, searching for them.