Sabine spoke quietly to the butchermen after she dismounted from her horse, and promised them tales of their hunt later in the night.  She led her mare away, brushing her over quickly and setting her in the stable.  As she walked back out of the stable, she recognized the horses and people from another village.  Her eyes flickered over the animals, the orbs widening slightly at the black ichor that ran from the gashing wounds on their flanks.  They looked very like animal claws, but they had not ripped the horse down and eaten it.  It surprised her a bit, since horse flesh was the easiest meat to find in these cold days.<br/><br/>The gong was loud, startling her from her examination of the horses.  Sabine looked towards the Great Hall, her eyes flickering over the gathered crowd as their faces paled, and tightened in fear.  The number of the gongs, and the loud reverberating sound of them could mean only one thing.  The Lord of the Holdt was called together a council to debate what to do, calling all the warriors together.  They would go to the village, she knew that.  And now, she would go to the Great Hall and listen in the council of war.  Her long strides ate up the ground as she walked across the ground towards the Hall.  Her bow bounced on her back, and she could not find the words to sing as she usually would have.<br/><br/>She slipped inside the Great Hall, inclining her head to the people all ready gathered there.  Crossing the floor, she slipped onto one of the benched, casting her gaze about to look for Rydis.  He would appear eventually, she knew.  But it made her feel slightly better when he was near, because they complimented each other in battle and such.  Sabine ran her fingers over her wrist, rubbing the flesh for comfort as she watched the Lord of the Holdt speak to someone, waiting for all to gather for the Council of War.