[Thengise Greenleaf of Mirkwood]

Nimue slowly lifted herself up off of the cold snow upon hearing of their leave. She was filled with new energy, for the dead Warg had provided her with food she had not eaten in the longest of time. The small pups ran around her as she shook the snow from her blood-stained coat.

She looked out at the territory around them. It was but an empty land, bare of any food which they would need. It had been a deadly winter for the Wargs so far. At times Nimue would wonder how long they would last. She gave a downcast look at the pups.

They would not survive if they were to stay, yet perhaps they could provide them with the food they needed to get through their journey. After all, not all of the pups were hers. Some were those of Wargs who had already died, which meant they had weakness in their blood and would hardly be able to contribute to the pack. The only help thay could give was to feed the adults and her own pups.

Nimue called to the pups and to the other Warg as she began to follow Ragnarok in what would be a dangerous path. Still she knew it would provide them with the efficient food they needed.