These northern territories were often cold, but a little thing like weather never meant much to her. Though she
wandered, she did so with purpose. There was a destination in mind for this journey, a place that no person in their right mind should ever be going to. However, the two things of importance about that kind of statement is that, first, it would be accurately said that she was not in her right mind. Her mind was very wrong. It worked just fine, but a normal human of any culture would immediately find that something was very off.
The second thing, of course, was that she was no normal human. Maybe not human at all.
Let's have a look here, for a moment. The figure making their way to the north was, on the outside, a bone-jackal-thing. She had been running on all-fours, previously, but now that her target was so close, she slowed to a relentless walk towards it, and the full-on jackal had changed into a humanoid animal-demon thing. This was simply an ever-changeable armor of bone. Though it was a robust humanoid-animalesque form, it was protecting a smaller form, which is where all the female connotations come in.
She was actually a she under there, a necromancer known as Elise Anicetus.
The product of a necromantic avatar and a cursed-immortal necromancer, she did not fear the dangers of Fell. While it is true that any mage - any studier of the arts who practiced a power beyond their natural areas of expertise - could be infected with a plague of chaotic magic, her abilities came straight from within, and needed only to be molded to skillful use. She was a necromancer by
nature, a specialist in bone who gains strength and regenerative health from killing things. You can't taint that kind of power from her kind of pedigree.
Why was she here? Well, why don't you ask her?