Brannan

Brannan smelled the air, scratching one of her hounds behind the ears. She had court permission to hunt here, in Asgard, and the stag she was tracking was getting closer. She smiled, taking in the air. Siglief wasn't here, but she was aware she wasn't the only one tracking this beast. And what a beast it was. White as river stones, antlers like branches of a tree it would make a grand prize or an even grander gift.