Spotted Eagle Mountain What you know about rocking a wolf on your noggin?

The mountain had her all turned around and it was beyond frustrating, because out of all the things that Rheia was comfortable with, mountains were on the top of that imaginary list. This particular mountain was unique only because it was new and she didn't know all the criss-crossing paths yet. She was in high spirits despite her circumstances; it was not often that the vagabond encountered strangers and it was even more rare to find someone as fascinated by mother moon in the way that she was; thus the encounter with Phocion had left her feeling content.

All the same, the travel from that plateau back over the range would take some time. The paths she had taken were obscured by fresh snow and there was more coming, so she would have to move fast and be certain in every action. Rheia was quite perplexed when she came upon a worn path through the snow - and after some hesitation where her hope overwhelmed her senses ("Sif?" she thought), Rheia chose to follow it.

Soon the scent of decay caught in her nose. It was not the usual inviting scent she was used to - this one was cold, hard, and much weaker by comparison. It occurred to her in that split second that the snow might have been screwing with her sense of smell too, and that thought was disheartening. She did not have time to marinate in that feeling long before a ruckus in the sky redirected her attention and a darkness flit overhead; it was a loud darkness indeed, but gave Rheia a clue as to where to look next.

She came slinking through the snowcapped forest half expecting to see Sif, but was met with a vision of someone far younger and more ragged. They were almost as dark as the crows in flight - or a magpie, with those pale dusted hairs across their back. So far everyone Rheia had encountered had seemed nice, and so she tried her luck here (perhaps by mistake) and called out, Hallo?