Valdis follows the motes though the wasteland, not daring look anywhere but ahead. She tirelessly climbs the mountain, paws easily carrying her up and to the crevice. Her lips curls again as the motes go inside. She doesn't want to shift back into that vulnerable, human form. It's far too delicate, too easily broken, too weak...but the Hound cannot fit in that crack and she's not keen on tearing open the mountain to get inside. With a small sigh she shifts, her form shrinking painfully into her human form, the one she doesn't want to be.

Another deep breath, and she squeezes through the crack, following the motes into the mountain, praying they will actually lead her to Fever.