Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312021943/@comment-5583506-20150315022337

(Sure!)

It was dusk...

The Ghost-Wolf squadron had set up camp in one of the many valleys of the Reach on their way back to Whiterun Hold. On their path they had encountered the army Armstark had supposedly sent out in an attempt to hinder them from reaching Lilja, but seeing as the plan had failed they just marched them by, casting bitter glances at the Ghost-Wolf warriors as they passed.

Valkyrie sat in her tent and rubbed her hands together. It was cold. Or perhaps it was just her imagination that it was cold? She had just gotten her long lost sister back and she was thinking about the cold? Minds were funny like that...