It was indeed a beautiful sight for Hilde, her horse kept trying to snag a mouthful of grass. The time must be near to make camp. She had traveled all day and this was a nice spot. Her eyes, though weary, spotted figures ahead. She hesitated and Frost immediately took the opportunity to grab more of the dew kissed grass. As if to tell her, "Dang it I am hungry!"<br/><br/>She watched them traverse the field and seem to come together. Perhaps it was chance or Fate that led her here, but she might allow herself to rest with company this night. If any of them had ale or mead so much the better. Hilde needed something to slake her thirst. She pulled Frost's head up and urged him forward.<br/><br/>"Let's see who these fine folks are, then if it is prudent you can graze. I should set up camp anyway." she rode forward at a walk. Not pushing Frost any faster as they neared the others. Sometimes a charging horse made people nervous. Her shortbow at her side was ready to pull forth and for once she had a full quiver of arrows.