Chimera Fields Enter Stage left.

Blood. He spilt what seemed much more needed, as though he enjoyed it far more then a simple need for the ritual. He painted himself a blood bound warrior and when finished, offered her a single leaf of an herb she could not recall having ever seen before. Then again, she sas no healer and only knew of some basics for survival should she wonder off and get injured on her own. Just some patchwork until she could get looked over by a real medic adept in the trade. Her eyes set downward, looking over the leaf as he would bow before her and set it. A lick to her toes, a fleeting gesture that sent the hairs along her spine rising. She lowers her nose, sniffing the leaf, nose crinkling in dislike. 

Head still lowered in between her forelegs as she sat, icy pale eyes trained back to the large, dirtied wolf in front of her. He stared back, his flamed gaze to her ice and he would then begin to chant to the Gods which he sought to seek fortune from. He danced in a circle, a sway, a trot, a twist as he moved around in ritualistic pattern. In Vallkyrie's own chest, her heart pounded, a drum to the beat of his movements. Her breath, a nervous pant, a breath to rythmn with his chant. 

It was not uncommon for her brethern to call out to the Gods, to make totems and perform festivals and rituals in their honor. Blood sacrifice was only reserved for desperate times though in such times it may end up being in the death of others. A hardship, a mourning for their loss and desperate plea that their death would ensure the life of others. Dancing around happily in blood as Vein now did was a bit different then what the dark stories she was told. 

There was a fear about Vallkyrie, a fear that perhaps being here even to witness might enrage her Gods. There was a fear too that despite having not eaten the leaf she may see these blood Gods which Vein spoke of now. 

He stopped then, closing his mouth quick and as such so did Kyr, snapping her mouth closed and ending her pant. She held the whine (or was the a growl?) in her throat as all fell silent and still. Blood then splattered outward by his paws, falling in tiny drops at the Huntress feet as he spoke. Shaman and priestess as he, were both feared and respected amongst her people. Strong, dangerous and mystical beings who's knowledge went beyond the realm of mortality. And if one who worshipped the Gods as such were not careful could tread into the dark arts and evil doings. Vallkyrie could only wonder if Vein here was a good white witch or some wicked witch of the west...

Vein would atsre unto the grasses under his feet and she would stare at him. He was seeing things, jerking and yowling out in a manner that had Vallkyrie tense (even more so) and her body scrambling upward back onto those long limbs of hers. She didnt know if she should shake him back to their mortal world or if she should leave him lost there and so Vallkyrie only froze, planted in her spot without the ability to decide if she should stay, leave, or even help.  

Finally, he would turn in her direction, his eyes pressed shut, murmuring of the Goda being so talkative. But what did they say? What did they show? She imagined if she truly wanted to know she would have eaten the herb. She was no priestess, after all and couldnt imagine being able to dicifer the message of the Gods even if she had seen it. So she only asks the blood shaman then... Do they give you the direction you seek?