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skill: scout

The events at the summit was far more then Wardruna could ever dream of wrapping her head around. Yet it was a threat to her family, to this world that Wardruna could not stand idly by for. After the had left the mountain, Wardruna urged her nephew Vitus to send word of what had happened to those of Northfall. Wardruna could not go home. Not now. Not yet.

But she wasnt alone. Hot on her heels was the little woman Sheauga. By no means a northern wolf, but she was nimble- she was fast and despite the frigid terrain she raced after Wardruna's tracks. Wardruna, who trudged through the snow with strong, thick legs, moved with purpose. Sheauga was so light that she nearly flew over the thick snow as she sped. It did not take the tribal woman long to catch up.

This world keep changing. If something happens, I'm grateful to have you by my side. Wardruna would press into the little woman as they trotted along.

Wardruna now only knew one brother still in this world: Arvid. She knew of only two sisters from once many: Journey and Ragnhildr. Wardruna would cradle the time she had with them dearly, in the knowing this may not always be so. It could be gone in a blink of an eye and for some, it had just that. It was these thoughts which brought her from the western coast all the way to the eastern. To see the little siblings she had yet to meet from that of her mother.

Wardruna's gut twisted while her emotions played the role of good and evil upon her dark shoulders. On one paw, she felt for her younger siblings of Freya, who wouldn't grow up following her mother's every word. Hearing stories of the God's realm beyond and the many lives which she had lived. They would not grow up with her wisdom, with her teachings, not like Wardruna and her litter had been so blessed with.

Then, on the other paw, she thought of it as karma. The Gods of Old had spoken. One of those descended of their creation had been cast down by a demi-god of another realm. Now Freya was forced to prematurely leave what she had created here. Her time on this mortal plain ended. Those of Northfall had lost their father and so now these children would be made to live without their mother. They would survive. The pack would endure, sure, but it would not be the same without its Queen, just as Northfall was not the same without its King.

Wardruna now takes a heavy breath as she comes to stand along the coastline of the Rimfeather forest. They had slept there that night before and found the forest warmer then that of the rest of the tundra, situated just north of Elysium. Now dawn had come. The island of Storm Reach looming out in the ocean before them. Thick with forest and short, snow capped mountains at one end. But how to get there?? Or should they call from here? Wardruna wasn't all that certain, so decided at first to howl out from her position on the mainland first to see who all might answer.

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There was a sense of anxiety that gripped her when Wardruna was apart from her for too long. When War rose and headed out it didn't alarm her too much; she had grown accustomed to her travels, her patrols around Northfall. It was her lack of prompt return that made the small woman antsy, and eventually she had begun to tail her. Pink nose pushing into the snow as she followed the left behind prints. It didn't take her too long, before she could see the massive silhouetteof Wardruna on the horizon. That was when she picked up her pace, nimble frame flying across the open expanse of terrain. Her tongue lolled from her maw, entire body extending in her long strides.

She nearly skidded as she came along Wardruna's side, sending snow flying as she panted catching her breath. "This world keep changing. If something happens, I'm grateful to have you by my side." the girl grinned through her heaving, ❝ Always... ❞ she kept her pace, allowing them to fall into comfortable silence that was not devoid of the occasional bump and nudge.

Sheauga slowed, eyes casting to the open sea before them, she looked to Wardruna and back again, ❝ We are here? ❞ she mused an edge of confusion lingered on her voice, pacing slightly until War lifted her head; and to amplify the sound - Sheauga would join her.


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Maja doesn't know the plans of the gods.

She's barely even a fully fledged member of the pack, honestly, a pudgy thing on the peripheries of the others. But Tyr is gone. Cupid is busy. Everyone she was close to is gone, and Lilja and Ragnhildr would be busy right now, wouldn't they. She hears the call, waits for someone to respond, and decides that long enough is long enough.

It's understandable that the call would need to be returned. Not a welcome, but an acknowledgment. She doesn't have the authority to let anyone onto the island. Granted, she doesn't know if she doesn't have that authority, either. It's a strange situation, this entire mess, and for it to happen while Tyr's away?

A bad omen indeed.

It takes her a half hour to cross the channel, giving Wardruna and Sheauga plenty of time to second-guess themselves. If there's a time to leave, it would have been then. But finally, she pulls herself from the waves. Her floral scent is gone now, left only in a soaking pelt and a girl that hardly looks frail-- though the quiet glance in her eyes shows she'd rather Ragnhildr be here.

"You stand before Skjǫldrheim." Her voice is soft, perhaps a little hesitant. "Do you need something?"

「 Skill Point ― Orator 」

Returning had taken longer than he'd anticipated after their jaunt with the gods of this world. While he had planned to be back sooner, Sindri seemed to have taken them the longer route with her distractible mind. And yet, finally, they were here, except they weren't alone.

Tyr spied two strangers on their shore, except from a distance, even something family seemed to glimmer. The scent, the appearance, the mountain. They'd been beaten to their shores. Tyr frowned slightly, turning his attention to the child at his hip, and told her to wait there before he began his approach.

Thankfully, it seemed someone else was already boarding the welcome wagon. It was that young pup that Cedar had brought with him. Tyr was thankful that she'd remained, but she was still an enigma to the god. Tyr didn't hesitate to join her side, peering at the pair of wolves with curiosity. While Maja had already asked, Tyr decided to offer more courtesy.

After all, he recognised their scents.

Welcome, wolves of Northfall. How may we be of service?

There was a brief moment in which Sindri obeyed Tyr, hovering in the distance as he forged forward to see who was at their shores. Perhaps it was to protect her own ass from a firmer whupping than she was about to get from Cupid and Tyr alike, perhaps it was to safeguard the dark feathered bundle napping between the blades of her shoulders. Either way, her resolve broke when she saw that it was a familiar face the king drew up beside; starting forward again slowly, gracefully, careful not to disturb her precious cargo.
She didn't draw too close, in case Tyr still wanted her safely at a distance even though Maja was here too, raising her head and trying to block her young companion from view altogether. Until she understood how fragile he might've been, until they trusted each other more, she'd prefer to keep him to herself.

She hears the title Northfall thrown around, and while she still isn't sure if these were familiar faces to her guardian or not, she thought that much recognition was a good sign.

A firm, tiny figure in the distance, Sindri kept quiet and waited for Tyr to signal her ahead or to him.

I think that's it... A murmur from her lips and a jut of her creamy muzzle. I mean, surely how many northern islands could their be?

Wardruna strides along the beachside, feeling a way for a placement to cross. Did they swim out that far each time? Wardruna didn't like the idea of having to cross the icy waters into a place she wasn't all that certain she was welcome. When she caught sight of a channel along the coast, she barked out for Sheauga's attention. There, in the distance, a dark coated wolf was drawing near.

Wardruna would settle patiently, to be greeted by a earthy coated woman short in height and stout in build. A word, a confirmation. Skjǫldrheim.

Hállo to you. Wardruna greets, lowering her head respectfully and her tail swaying as it laid relaxed between her hindlegs. Once more she opened her mouth to speak yet paused at the sight of another drawing near. As tall as she, but with a build lean and limber, marked beautifully in a coat of black and gold. To him she would dip her muzzle as well.

I am Wardruna of the Stormborn. This here is Sheauga Blackrock. My sister Ragnhildr told me that we have new siblings... I- She didn't know why the hesitance even as nerves began to fill her. I would love to meet them... I'm sorry I did not come sooner. Thoughts of 'I wondered if mom hated me' or 'took longer cause you know mom killed dad' went unsaid.

"I think that's it..." Sheauga's brow furrowed, ❝ Ok, but how are we supposed to... ❞ her words trailed. ❝ I mean ─ I am a good swimmer ❞ but she wasn't sure about the frigid waters of the north. She continues to pace, until Wardruna's voice beckons her, purple eyes follow her friends gaze spotting the channel and a wolf who has already answered their call. They didn't waste any time. The smaller girl trots back, closing the gap left behind.

"You stand before Skjǫldrheim." well, she seems nice - cautious. "Do you need something?" Sheauga nods "Hállo to you." her eyes dance between the pair, allowing her striped tail to sway gently but before long two more members were upon them. She couldn't help her intrigue regarding the split faces of the two. "Welcome, wolves of Northfall. How may we be of service?"

Sheauga falls into silence, allowing her presence to show her support she lets War take the lead easily, sitting back on her haunches. "I am Wardruna of the Stormborn. This here is Sheauga Blackrock. My sister Ragnhildr told me that we have new siblings... I-" she offers an encouraging nudge into Wardruna's shoulder. "I would love to meet them... I'm sorry I did not come sooner." ❝ Better late than never, ❞ she hums softly.

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Maja doesn't know anything about the Stormborn conflict. Ragnhildr's introduced herself as Stormborn before, but she hasn't asked questions of the princess. Frankly, if this is Ragnhildr's sister, this is one of the princesses, too. Wouldn't it make sense that she'd be allowed?

...No, wait, Tyr's the leader now. Ragnhildr's no longer a princess of the land. And Tyr is here, returned at just the right time. Maja lowers her head as he approaches, then slinks back slightly. No more words are needed for her. She glances over at Sindri, wondering just what in the hell they were doing out in the wilds. Everyone had been fighting. Everyone had been so... angry. She couldn't stand it. She felt responsible, even though she knows realistically no one's thinking of her at any time ever.

Frankly, she wouldn't be surprised if she fades into nothing now. Tyr is here. He can do the talking. She stays, if only because he hasn't dismissed her, but she won't interject anything where she has no place to do so.

「 Skill Point ― Heart Broken」

Stormborn, a child of Freya and Ragnar. The mention of it made his retreat into the recesses of his mind, and that familiar ache festered in his chest. It wasn't just he who lost a companion, his children who lost a mother, but also many others who have also lost that connection with Freya.

He cleared his throat softly, offering a nod. Visit the children, yes. It wasn't too late to do so, however, Tyr was about to return from a trip that had taken much longer than anticipated, and he now had a child he needed to return to a likely grieving father. It had not come at a good time for him, but it was an important meeting nonetheless.

Of course, it is good to formally meet you, Warduna. I am Tyr, Skǫrungr of Skjoldrheim. I believe we have met previously, but I never caught your name. he offered with a bow of his chin, A pleasure to you too Sheauga, I hope you enjoy your time with us. It was then that he gestured to the water, the sand bar below at a shallow enough point for them to cross.

I can lead you to the island, but I will have to join the pair of you later. I must return Sindri to her father, you see. he smiled apologetically, turning his attention to Maja, Would you be able to lead them to Ragnhildr? She can start the introductions to their siblings.

Of course Sheauga was a strong swimmer. She would not have expected anything less from the coastal wolf. Still, as the other woman thought too, the idea of going out into icy waters like this surely did not appeal to the wolf. Wardruna's own capabilities equaled strong legs for swimming but quite slow. It was thankful enough, especially for the pack's sake, that a channel extended out to take the majority of that pressure off the table.

Tyr, Skǫrungr of Skjoldrheim. The name was short and yet everything else flowed beautifully and with a sense of power. Tyr, among her people, was the very essence of such power. He was a war god which passed law and justice. An old god. Wardruna wouldn't have dreamed to think that he was the god in fleshy make. After all, many of her pack already believed her likely insane by believing in Freya's divinity.

We meet properly, then. Her tail sways at her hackles. It was twice which their paths had crossed. Wardruna remembered neither. You would think she would remember a face as his. Yet the first she had been hunting down one of their pack's spies while Fiadh greeted him at the border and then second was the happening with the gods much more recently. Wardruna's memories of this were such a confusing haze, as much as dream visitors and purple snow.

Sindri. The name stabbed Wardruna in the rib like a case of bad trapped gas. She looked to the girl in the distance, who looked nothing like the aunt she remembered so fondly in her youth. Then her olive gaze cast between both Tyr and Maja. Thank you both for hosting us in your home. Wardruna had been raised well, to be respectable to those who were respectable to you. Still, a part of her was surprised she was met with such openness. She had thought that perhaps those of this island thought and spoke very ill of Ragnar in turn of where Northfall spoke so ill of Freya. Even so much so to have the new boy-king denounce the gods all together. Wardruna had not.