"We've spent more time in this kind of environment," she admitted and walked through the village, now that the war god was starting to thaw. "And the winter in Odinsleep is even bitterer than usual. But solid snow leave tracks better, even of Elvish feet."
The hounds made a successful noise and marched into the forest, the gods following. Brunhilde carried her spear against her shoulder and nodded. "He has confronted us often and is a mighty opponent. Not just a Dark Elf but a powerful sorcerer and leader of his kin." There was a reason the fights with his kind ended with a draw and never a overwhelming victory. "He will not lose easily, if ever."