~ASGARD~
"What's that?" Joran hopped off the rock, finishing his flask in a hurry and ready to shift back and run. Or worse – fight. "Were you followed today?" he demanded.
"Wait!" Fenrir stopped him, stepping forward and poking his head out of the cave to confirm his suspicions. "I think I know who that is."
"Can we kill him?" was the first thing Jormungandr asked, and his brother elbowed him as they tried to see what was happening outside.
Fenrir couldn't believe his own eyes. Of all people, it had to be her. What was she even doing here?
A slender figure of a woman in an elaborate white dress with long sleeves blown by the wind stood by the riverbank, watching the water flow before her eyes. Her silvery hair glowed like the stars in the night sky, each curl dancing to its own rhyth
