Angelnarth

A cry of rage echoed through the glade, making various birds and small animals scurry out of the surrounding trees and bushes with fright. 

Dawn was close. Angelnarth stooped from atop his galloping horse as his hand reached for the flask of water that was hanging by the saddle. He took a quick, restless look at his surroundings, though it was still way too dark for his eyesight to be of much use, as he raised the flask to his mouth and emptied it to sate his thirst. That was the last of his water for the moment.

Under snow and ice on branches, trough deep snow that fell few days ago, Sigrun was slowly approaching to the group of elks, closest was young doe, careless and stepped far from the others. It took half of a day for huntress to find trail of this magnificent beasts, soft meat, tasty was great for smoking and preserving for days of weak hunt. And hide..soft and desired by wealthy villagers of Firnstayn. 

Her eyes were deep blue. A slim, tall figure clad in fine cloth and leather. Straight, long brown hair were coming down from the top of her head, resting just below her chest. Her lips had a fine, light scarlet color, but she would not open them. She was simply staring.

He kept riding and riding until the horrid sounds fainted. He then finally reached the Isen river, and looked behind him. The camp's fires were nowhere to be seen and all Angelnarth could hear now was the water's peaceful gurgling. He dismounted, and gingerly crossed the deep waters of the river while guiding his horse behind of him by its reins.