They moved slowly through the forest. A small punitive expedition, intent on burning a few trees, raping a few Svartalfar women, skinning a handful of trolls. Their goal: to exact revenge for some trespass, some transgression committed agains their homeland. Maybe the Svartalfar had stolen some children or played tricks with some cattle. Who knew? It made no matter, they'd soon regret having the gall to try to make retrubution upon the servants of the Winter Court. They made progress like elephants, crashing along the path, making a great ruckus, trampling the brush and plants on the lightly worn path into the dust. Alazkan crouched among his sisters, his fellow warriors, and waited for them to come.