Sylvan sat atop Gwenhuvar's back, reaching down she patted the white horses side and looked around for Falen, her Irish Wolfhound looking companion and the newest member to her little group was no where to be seen, with a sigh Sylvan looked over at Nago, an ice wolf and her partner who'd been with her longest. Nago was laying in the snow, his fur barely visable as he sat completely still, his large head was looking off toward the road and Sylvan followed his gaze to see Falen trotting towards her happily, the female dog had a sweet demeanor but more often then not she was off causing mischief. "Falen you need to stay near us else you get killed." 

Sylvan hiked her bow up further on her shoulder and nudged Gwen into a walk back through the trees toward the main road, she was headed to Ivarstead to see about the group called Dovafeyn, she wanted to help out the people of Skyrim by defeating the dragon pests, she was sure she could be of use, she had lots of conjuration spells at her disposal and she wasn't to shabby with a bow. Guiding Gwenhuvar with her knees Sylvan looked at Falen who trotted beside the white horse with her pink tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth and a happy gleem in her eye, the dog had an uncanny nack for smiling which she did often. Up the path further Nago sat still and silent by the road, his large white ears relaxed and an almost bored expression on his face told Sylvan that the road was currently clear, it wasn't ever really safe to travel on the road, not with bandits and such but it was a clear shot to Ivarstead and Sylvan didn't want to navigate her way through the forest, besides she was only mildly worried about an attack.

Sylvan was coming from Riften and so far everything had gone well, they had a small run in with two wolves but one arrow and a few bites later the issue was neatly resolved with Nago in the lead. Having just snuck passed Treva's Watch the little group was once more on the move toward Ivarstead, Sylvan patted Gwen's side once more as the mare trotted steadily toward their destination, Sylvan was deep in thought thinking about the kind of people who made up Dovafeyn, she betted heavily on Nords, lots of Nords. 

Pulling Gwenhuvar to a stop just outside of Ivarstead Sylvan slid off the horses back, and whistled for Nago to come back and stay close to her, people often got panicky when an ice wolf strolls casually into their town. The white wolf galloped back to her side and stood on her right side while Falen and Gwen were on her left, with a smile Sylvan strolled into the town, she figured she better stop by the inn first and leave Gwen outside town before that. Leaving Gwenhuvar and Falen just outside town Sylvan dropped her fur hood and pulled her bow up further onto her back and walked through the small town with a small smile playing at her lips, she liked to think she was friendly even with the large wolf at her side, seeing the Vilemyr Inn Sylvan moved inside and ordered Alto Wine, bread and beef stew, sitting down at the nearest vacant table she ate with a mild hunger and drank timidly at the wine, her thoughts drifted back to the task at hand and her curiosity about the Dovafeyn.