Wunjo's boots ploughed the ground, his broad yet energetic pace undiminshing since the first step of their journey. Next to him his brother walked, Uruz. Deep pitts he left with his enormous feet in the soft earth. Their footsteps served the others in the company. Wulfaz still proudly carried a trophy of the hunt on his back. It was meant as proof for his cunning when they all returned home. He was joined by his twin sister, Kenaz, whom hopped from one footprint to the other, her face yet marred by a frown of grief. A gift she had recieved from a man she had given the name Ehwaz a now old lover! She was not the only young woman in the company, behind her in the column strode Ursell She-Bear and Froeydis Drakeling, trodding on with persistance. A curious sight the two of them together, for they were both daughters of northern Rhovanion, but still very different. Froeydis had the bearing of a princess , her high blonde hair woven in intricate braids that were astonishing to see and her skin was white marble. Her face was held up high and she reminded of the people of Dale. Her father calling her Vidumavi in the past, so she claimed. Ursell though, was red of hair and was dressed in the fashion of the ancient traditions of the northern men around Mirkwood. Her poise was perhaps more that of one living a humble life, whom was content with her simple ways. Though mostly silent and peacefull, finding enjoyment in the lessons of her elders. Let it be known that she did not suffer the unwanted attention of vile men.
There also was Alfknutr, an experienced wanderer that far from had his fill of exploring the earth. He was a northern man just like the others, but his manners hinted at being away from his homeland for a long time, longer than most in this group at the least! He strode by himself at the time, whistling a tune as his eyes feasted on the sights. His simple gaze suggested he was enjoying himself. Behind him a man walked into the path, who was kept company by his pony. He was eating from an apple with his free hand, Kirstjaan he was called. A cultured man that rarily spoke unless it was needed and one that seemed very practical, given all the equipment his four-legged friend bore for him as it swatted flies away with it's tail. Kalf in the meantime limped along, his daughter Asatrid sitting on his shoulders. He answered her every question regardless on how enduring her curiosity could be. The man himself was a hunter by heart, perhaps not the greatest, then again he did not deem he needed to be. He was free of the bonds of competition. Thusly though for one being so easily pleased in life, his answers were often enough not the wisest perhaps. There were two more mysterious figures Elgiz, an adventurer who had yet to share tales of his past, so the others may deem him a worthy friend or a liar. He bore several rings, that in itself may mean something. To the last there were two more companions, the hunting dog Gelert and the young pup called Freki, whom could not help to relieve themselves every few trees and sniff out anything until the others had marched almost out of sight.
These were the vanguard for a larger group of northmen, wanting to return home. Some for their family, others to join the brooding war, a few out of curiosity, those that wanted adventure and some who did not yet know and only had a feeling that led them back there.
