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Grass laced with pearl white snow crunched underneath the Nord's feet as she weaved through trees and foliage, her eyes scanning the Spine for some hint as to the location of her prey. Somewhere within the wood was the creature she was looking for. The witch's words rung in her mind as she searched for it: "No sooner nor later than seven days from today, bring me the might of the brown one." It was a decidedly cryptic request that was made all the more confusing when the answer seemed relatively plain. She attributed the vagueness to the source's profession; witches no doubt had to find humor somehow in their relative solitude.
Regardless of the task's mystery, she had managed to decipher what it was asking for - likely the pelt of a bear - and set out the following morning to track down the beast. She had sent Oris away, wanting to hone her personal skills, although he had bestowed upon her his primal senses. If these tasks were a way of proving strength, then simply sending in another to do it for her seemed contrary to their purpose. Regardless, she needed the practice. It had been far too long since she last truly hunted something alone. The thrill of the hunt, she had to admit, was something she missed from her time in the Spine, with only her and Oris to care for.
Freya blinked, her vision coming back with a sight previously unknown to her, with her other senses soon following. To any who watched her, her eyes turned to iridescent green. Sounds and smells bombarded her, her mind soon adjusting to the sudden enhancement. As the overload soon settled, she immersed herself in the sensations. Snowflakes falling onto leaves found themselves equally heard alongside the shaking of feathers from a nearby owl, smells of a dozen different sources trailing into her nose. Sifting through the useless noise, she found it. The grunting of a bear, once masked behind the sound of a running stream, now at the forefront of her mind.
A grin spread across her face as she grasped the spear at her back, quietly moving through the undergrowth towards the bear. The hunt was on.
Regardless of the task's mystery, she had managed to decipher what it was asking for - likely the pelt of a bear - and set out the following morning to track down the beast. She had sent Oris away, wanting to hone her personal skills, although he had bestowed upon her his primal senses. If these tasks were a way of proving strength, then simply sending in another to do it for her seemed contrary to their purpose. Regardless, she needed the practice. It had been far too long since she last truly hunted something alone. The thrill of the hunt, she had to admit, was something she missed from her time in the Spine, with only her and Oris to care for.
Freya blinked, her vision coming back with a sight previously unknown to her, with her other senses soon following. To any who watched her, her eyes turned to iridescent green. Sounds and smells bombarded her, her mind soon adjusting to the sudden enhancement. As the overload soon settled, she immersed herself in the sensations. Snowflakes falling onto leaves found themselves equally heard alongside the shaking of feathers from a nearby owl, smells of a dozen different sources trailing into her nose. Sifting through the useless noise, she found it. The grunting of a bear, once masked behind the sound of a running stream, now at the forefront of her mind.
A grin spread across her face as she grasped the spear at her back, quietly moving through the undergrowth towards the bear. The hunt was on.