The second round had ended and Wardruna had been far too busy teasing the bone-girl to take her seriously, causing her own forfeit within the tournament. Shaking her head and raising a paw to wipe at her still bleeding brow and cheeks, she cuts a path through those gathered towards a dug out hole, filled with collected rainwater and littered with floating mint herbs and fermented snowberry. Journey and Ronja were quite the impressive party makers indeed.

She pauses in her drinking, lifting her head and licking her maw as someone captures her attention in the distance: her sister. The only one which still dared (and cared) to visit as frequent she could, despite the distance. Ragn! She calls, perhaps even causing heads to turn. Drunk heads which might believe she was calling out for a recently announced dead King.