Also tagging @Nayeli and @Phyrrus just so they know what's up.
The silvery wraith perched at the top of the snow-draped hill, icy eyes narrowed to slits as he surveyed the tree filled valleys that sprawled out below. His refined pose, with back straightened and head held nobley erect, concealed the impatience and irritation that crawled like static along his skin. They were running out of time. Garmr could feel it in his bones, the utter ache of each day that passed without finding that damned woman.
The wolves of this land were filthy, filthy animals. Little more than beasts wallowing in their own squalor. But Nayeli on the other hand... Garmr could see something in the star-marked woman, a small glint of the gifts that Fenrir had once bestowed on wolfen-kind, now sullied by bad blood and indolence in the peasants. It was a gamble, but with only pure blood left in himself, Vali, and Skadi, she was their only chance.
Waiting for Skadi's return, he could do little more than wait. With how long she was taking, he couldn't help but wonder about her devotion to their mission. She had to know how critical her task was, this wasn't a simple scouting trip for hunting grounds. Garmr's head turned as his pale gaze settled on his dark coated brother.
"Vali, how much longer do you think we must wait for her? I fear we are running out of time." He spoke calmly, as if simply discussing the weather. Though any that knew him well could hear the fire smoldering beneath those words.