The far north was undoubtedly cold, the wind itself chilled her straight to the bone especially given how her clothing wasn't never meant for such conditions. Yukiko Fujimoto human to the naked eye, and Kitsune in reality, the distinctive features that would mark her as one were hidden by a shroud of magic. She was a traveler hailed from very distant lands, one that was probably unheard of to these Nordic people though despite her obvious, exotic appearance none have approached her, at least not yet. Yukiko couldn't say she was disappointed, still to see the world can be quite boring without companionship, perhaps in the near future that would change. 

On that particular day she had a minor objective, a distraction really on her quest to experience what the mortal realm had to offer. Mutterings among common villagers all pointed to recent attacks committed by some beast, one that they called a "werewolf" which to her knowledge was a hybrid of a man and wolf, clearly a being like that had to be interesting to see first hand. Besides lending the humans a helping hand did well for her conscious, she rather liked this specific grouping as the stoic nature they carried was somewhat endearing.      

Yukiko did not need to ask for the location of the targeted creature, all too clear were the signs of blood both splattered on the soil, and wafting in the air, obviously this werewolf held little care to concealing its presence, else it would've attempted to disrupt the trail left behind in any fashion. Her naginata secured tightly to her back, she began the pursuit to find and slay this feral creature it should prove to be entertaining in some way, she was convinced of this.