SALT . The Frostblown Merchants, open

[adventure.]

MARGAET ELLEFSEN

FEMALE — FROSTBLOWN — MEMBER OF THE AMARANYTHNE SABER CORPS

[div style="background-color: #292727; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; overflow: auto; width: 500px; height: 340px; padding: 10px;"]padding up to alexi's side after a moment of studying the terrain and surrounds, the valkyrie would give a hefty sigh, pausing to stretch her wings above her back with a mighty yawn, stamping her paws to get some feeling back. "this is such a strange territory ... not unlike our own but certainly of interest in its own ways.", she would murmur as she sniffed around the bases of some trees, ears flicking curiously. the borders were harder to find here, hopefully the group was still here - though every group had its own unique habits and such. should they be ambushed, she had her sword strapped to her side, easy to grab. she could pick up a scent of a more recent trail, leading further into the land within, similar in sort to her own scent, leading her to the assumption of a cousin species or of her own. not that the bearer of this scent could be a valkyrie, his scent was different, blood soaked if anything. fur rising slightly, she turned her head to alexi, "keep your guard up. i don't know who this is, but there's another warrior close by.", she would murmur softly, lips curling back as she studied the area ever more carefully, licking her lips and reaching for her sword as she heard a boar's squeal not too far off from them. the surrounds weren't of much aid, setting her on edge mixed with the foreign scent of the other direwolf.

#psychosocial.