“Goddamnit!” Her voice peals across the coast, echoing across the snow covered fields. She had crossed the water and she had bolted across the treacherous snow-covered forest of another territory all together.

And it was bloody cold.

Soggy and once again looking rather like a drowned red rat, she assumed that her little fuzzy friend that had been directed here by Ironclad probably would have looked just as ridiculous as she did. Thankfully, Sighurd cared little for her appearance. Walking, her foot splashes into an ankle deep pubble, and another curse rips from her lips. “Shit!” The cry is accentuated by the splash of her hoof colliding with the surface of the water, and she springs away quickly.

Staring at the little pond, there is a hard look about her, and she decides that she is not a fan of water. Her father had told her that there had been oceans and rivers, seas and creeks here, but what he had failed to divulge was the information that she would have to plunge neck deep into water several times a week if she wanted to go anywhere and explore even a smidge of the islands.

“I hate you. I hate you.” She curses the water. She curses her father not talking her out of coming here. She curses her mother for only smiling curtly at the idea that Sighurd would be following Vercingetorix into the sea. Damn fools. After a moment, she calms herself, shakes it off by giving her thick, strong neck a mighty heave and letting her shaggy red mane flop up and down against her neck.

It was a cleansing motion, and it made her feel a little bit better.

Breathing deep for a moment, she turns her eyes from the pond to the rest of the vista, eyeing the snow that creeps down from the hills and the forests, swallowing up the valley and, despite it being somewhat pretty, looking very, very cold. “Hey Ironclad! Valka!” Her voice echoes off the trees and she wonders if she might have ended up in the wrong place, and had indeed found herself lost for the first time since coming to the islands. “Hellooo?”