Apon the back of a Horse, or Wolf if you perfer. She Rides forth Spears in hand across mountains and plans hunting Great game like Elk and Mammoths hurling her spears while whooping her thrill. Dressed in light mail and Heavy fur hunters warpaint covers her face and marks her arms her hare an orgonized mess beaded with Bronze rings.
Hunting is both life and blood prizeing each kill for quality and size, But when the cold draws in she and her fellow hunters look for a better prize Riding with spear and torchs they become Raiders pillaging settelments and attacking caravans looting both food and things of value, But now scoreing their hunt on those they've killed. The Snow red with blood and the air thick with smoke. >:3