Freyja

Freyja walks along beside the horses, her long legs more or less keeping pace with the laden horses. Stomping up the hills and scree slopes she admires the scenery. Wild, untamed and savage, she felt at peace here. Similar to the long evenings watching out across the foam tipped seas when she was aboard the longships. Looking around the rocks she nods to the savage Nok, now with the ancient wight blade slung across his back. "Any signs of a trail my friend? Hopefully we will have better luck tomorrow if the Gods shine down upon us."

Pausing she looks into the shadows, "Aye, I agree we had best settle down for the night."