skill: ranger
The day spent by the river with her fiancé had been nice despite the reason they'd left the Vale. The newly engaged lovers had left for the search of runes and seeking out of Northfall to see how they fared, if the plague had affected them in any way that Dawnbreak could prevent from happening to their own. Thankfully, from what they could tell from their mountain and the view from the river, purple snow had yet to move, keeping its distance from the Vikings' reprieve. Soon enough, Dalmatia and Nóttin would scale the summits to reach the destination, but for now, they were allowed to rest and explore the river area.
Dal found herself trailing alongside the river, a main source of livelihood due to the far north's unfortunate spreading of noxious territories. Various cervine creatures trod in herds, huddling closer towards the west, not too worried about a lone wolf (who herself was cloaked in their own kind's pelt); she wondered if they even understood that she wasn't part of their own kind. Nonetheless, she stayed cautious, her ears on the swivel and eyes having constant trouble focusing on one area for too long.
Periwinkle eyes glittered, they were not only pivoting around to stay alert, but also for anything that stood out to her — anything at all that seemed "magical". In reality, it made her stop every so often, sniffing at an oddly shaped rock or scratched up tree that could be perceived as mystic writing... Maybe, if you turned your head and squinted properly at it. Which is what caught her up in the current moment, standing a few tail lengths away from a tall alpine tree, its bark scratched with marks — bear clawings or maybe supernatural? She couldn't tell. She turned her head sideways towards the right this time, wondering if, at this angle, she would be able to understand it.
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it is assumed Nóttin is somewhere nearby
