After the disappearance of the Mad King Loki, the lands of Helvalla still quake at random. There is no known cause, and no signs to when they will strike. The locals live in constant fear, not only of the earthquakes, but of the mysterious disappearance of Loki and all of his Hellhounds. All would be too uncomfortably quiet if not for the rumbles that vibrate under your paws. Still the throne lays unclaimed, and everyone is asking who shall be the one to sit upon it. There is a certain air of wariness that looms over Helvalla, with still so many questions left unanswered. It is during this time that Fenrir tasks you with exploring the new lands of Helvalla to see what you can find out. Your focus since finding this new land had been the rebellion, so exploring it was not yet something that you had been able to do. Despite the unease that fills you, you cannot help but feel a little excited at the prospect of learning more about these lands and all the wonders that it holds. Fenrir tells you of a spring that lays in the northern reaches of Helvalla, which flows over a mountainous peak called the Weeping Oasis. A being named Neebo resides at the crest of the Oasis, and he urges you to seek him out. There is little else that he can tell you, as just like you, he is a newcomer to these lands. He is only passing on what little he could gather from the locals, which leaves you with very little to go off of. But apparently this Neebo has the answers on what is happening to the world of Helvalla, and why its very core seems to be collapsing into itself. He warns you that Neebo may indeed be only a folk tale, given the fact that no one has actually seen him, but it's the only lead that your party has. And so you set off with what provisions you could manage to scrounge up, hoping that the earth didn't split open and swallow you whole during your travels.

Fenrir and the others are back at the cyclone, no one had bothered to mention how long this journey would take to the Weeping Oasis and you only just had a moment to realize you now had to go back the same way you came. How exhausting, at least you had a moment to appreciate the scenery and explore it fluidly enough for things to start to look familiar. The sun had began setting and soon darkness would consume Helvalla whole. Familiar or not Helvalla was no place to explore the forests in the dead of night. That was clear in the fact when night had set in the lands fell so quiet that even the chirps of the crickets would fall silence in fear had the breeze drawn direction too rapidly. Up ahead you spot a cave, trees split from its entrance almost shielding it from the blind eye and had one not explored it with intent to get inside it, it would have been completely missed. You turn to look behind you, its even darker now and whofel knows when you will have another opportunity like this to seek coverage from the bump in the Helvallian night. You're left with no choice but to:

You're left with no choice, the cave is dark and ominous and there is no way you could know if anyone resided inside, soon the night would draw in and with the cave would be in total darkness, your opponent(s) would have the upper paw, making it extremely difficult to defend yourself, the risk is too great. Carry on through the forest in Helvalla, while where you currently were filled the forest with beauty and grace, an abundance of flora, up ahead lie Myrkvidor, otherwise known as the Dark Woods, this forest had no need for such a name, anyone with eyes would call it such without reputation. The forest is dead, the trees so wide and large it would take 3fel to wrap around them, so spread apart it nearly felt like a meadow in places, the tree's weep and creak as though they are in pain and suffering. You find a large hollow in a tree just up ahead, hide within for coverage from the night.

Spring has sprung in Ulfrheim, and even on Helvalla the roots within the Helvallian grounds had sprouted. If only this bliss could remain, it was easy for one to forget the quakes that rumbled beneath our very paws as the birds and bees distracted us. Felvargs all over the new Island were eager to traverse and explore Helvalla. Now the war had subsided a lot of questions were left unanswered. Loki no longer sits upon The Crescent Throne. Whispers could be heard in the darkness as to who would take his place. Neebo had spoken about balance. What was he talking about? What balance? All you knew is the message when delivered to Fenrir caused further confusion and the quakes that shook Helvalla now began to shake Ulfrheim as well. They came with little to no warning and each one was even more brutal than the last. To make matters worse the grounds had begun to split in places causing craters to form without warning. The Great Father has called forth a meeting everyone must attend.

Fenrir stands upon the bridge that crosses overtop of the void, "This very void allows us to travel between Ulfrheim and Helvalla." His voice was deep yet proud as he paced the bridge, "It becomes increasingly difficult to move between the Islands." He was right, there were rumors somefel when trying to cross between the Islands were halted, the void not taking them either way. It was almost as if the void was closing, which caused a level of anxiety between locals and travelers alike. The giant direwolf turns now chest puffed, "We must find Aurora!" Aurora had snuck off in the night, for some reason without a word she packed a bag and disappeared in the nearby forest traveling north. Take Saga, and anyone you can trust to track her footsteps, it is imperative you locate Aurora and escort her back to camp to address the void collapsing. Locals to Helvalla spot Loki observing from a distance, it was the first time he had be seen since the war had subsided. While being cautious not to get close to the void or camp, he could be seen watching from nearby locations that offered him height, and sight. Locals casted speculation that he was attempting to reach the void and leave Helvalla, and some even discussed how they thought it would be best if he had. Naturally Ulfrheim born Felvargs felt differently.

You trot into the safety of camp eagerly, Helvalla is no place for Felvargs to traverse alone after all. You saw no sign of Saga, even though the two of you traveled to the northern reaches of Helvalla together just as Fenrir had instructed. Equally no sign of Aurora and Loki, of whom both fled together after the violent quakes last night. Before you can even seek out Fenrir to tell him what had occurred, you are bombarded by nearly the entirety of camp, Fenrir included. Before you can answer anyone Fenrir demands everyone give you space, and once you explain what had happened, Fenrir’s eyes grow wide with acknowledgement, “It’s what I feared.” What did he fear? Fenrir leaps upon a nearby hut as it creaks from his sheer size and weight, “Silence!” The panicked wave of conversation is immediately halted before he spoke once more, “It’s just as Neebo said, how could we not make sense of it?” You frown curiously, the crowd equally confused as they looked to one another for guidance, “Aurora and Loki are fated, fated to one another.” What? Suddenly it’s clear why Aurora left with Loki as she did, her heartstrings pulling her within her chest. Gravitating her towards the love of her life. It didn’t make sense though? So what if Loki and Aurora were fated? As curious and peculiar as it may be, why would that cause the quakes upon the Islands and trigger the void to collapse and close?

The crowd dissipates quite quickly as Fenrir urges them not to panic, he and the Trinity ushered off to have their own meeting of sorts, you sneak up on them crouched within the brambles so you can overhear the conversation. Fenrir is planning to locate both Aurora and Loki and forcefully demand an explanation. You shake your head in agitation, it's a waste of time and it doesn't make sense. As you turn and storm out of camp and into the nearby bordering forest you angrily swat a rock sending it tumbling off into the distance. Immediately you are disrupted by a familiar yet sly voice, “Does the anger churn within you, Thinpelt?” you turn defensively to see two piercing blue eyes slicing out from the darkness, you request the shadowy figure reveal themselves, and when they do, you notice it’s Hel herself. She had not been sighted since the darkness over Ulfrheim.

Hel moved her body in a regal yet sly manner as she circled you boldly, “Afraid of a little quake are you?” The quake that had just dissipated unstabilized your four legs, it was as violent as ever, “Fear not sheep, soon the quakes will stop, and with it the void will close indefinitely, and I? I won’t be here to live in this…” Hel picked up one paw in disgust as she flicked it, “Hellhole.” You snap back at Hel defensively demanding she explain herself, and even though you didn’t expect her to, she did. “It’s a curse you fool!” Hel grew agitated as she roared, “It was supposed to be me. I opened the portal to this forsaken place, as I created it hundreds of years ago,” Hel’s voice turned scorned with hurt in her words, “I hired a shaman to curse the void! So when Loki and his true love shared this space the void would collapse, and for once he could end his obsession with that shrine hugging Island and exist with just me,” Hel turned her head in upset before it snapped back her words following a whine, “Me!” Suddenly, everything became clear. So long as Loki and his true love, which while Hel thought would be her, but is now Aurora, share the same plain the curse would close the void for good. Your eyes grow wide with worry as they explore the surrounding area deep in thought, “It’s too late,” Hel interrupted the silence, “I know what you’re thinking and it’s too late, you’ll never catch them in time. The void will close, and it will be over once and for all.”

Hel stood up on all fours and pinned her ears backwards with the heartbreak of a thousand losses yet no expression surfaced on her face, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a void to catch before it’s too late. I suggest you make your choice,” Hel began walking off into the distance before she turned her head back without making eye contact, “Well don’t just stand there halfway through Heidrun, Leadpaw,” and with that Hel disappeared into the darkness of the forest towards camp. Where she had waited for nightfall and stepped through the void into Ulfrheim, but not before giving it one last glance of hurt.

Depict your Felvarg making haste back to camp. Your Felvarg should appear to be panicked and in a rush. You’re within the forest that borders the lake next to camp.