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For Dr. Bacchus.

Many wolves had arrived. Many. So much so that if someone very much so uninvited or without good intentions came about, their would be little way of rooting them out quickly. An unsettling thought, yet Wardruna pushed away that dour thought and onto that which she was looking for. After Ragnar's death and the majority of the winter season had come to an end, Harper and her brood of children had left Northfall to return home to Elysium. Wardruna, of course, had not seen Orel since. Yet it dawned on her even more that she had not seen him arrive with their Elysuim visitors now either. With so many turning up dead, with so many missing, it was no wonder that a worry struck in Wardruna.

Among the festivities, she sought out Harper, a woman not easily missed. A woman close to her father and one which Wardruna had come to truly enjoy. Alder and Sreda were also important wolves to Wardruna and these things only boistered Wardruna's feelings that being one day wed to Orel would come to be a good thing. Yet... she found her thoughts lingering to Sheauga, of what she might think and she caught even herself off guard from this. Wardruna had never thought of a female in such a manner before.

Hey Harper, She called out with a woof, trotting into the woman's direction. Though she had spent months in their home, their excitement to see her again was evident. Now why hadn't Ragnar chosen her for his new mate instead!? I hope your enjoying yourself! She spoke as she nosed into Harper at her scruff and shoulders, licking her chin respectfully and pawing at her.

There were so, so, so, so many wolves here - and to be honest, Harper should have foreseen this. With Ragnar’s cute, boyish charm. Those amazing, baby-blue eyes, that loving smile, and the way he commanded all of Northfall, for so many, long years - he was not just the king of Northfall. He was the foundation of the North.

And as the events wore on, Harper had helped herself to another few pawfuls of berries. She was drunkenly walking… somewhere, she didn’t know where, when a voice called to her. When she turned, she saw Wardruna.

Oh, W-w-wardruna.. Harper’s heart quivered, her eyes looking like they were on the verge of tears. Babygirl.. I am so sorry.. - but saying “for your loss” just felt so in-personal.How are you holding up? Better than me, I hope? She gives a small smile, but takes in Wardruna’s affections with the wag of her tail, nuzzling her in turn.

I had to come back to check up on you and your siblings. And the legacy that Ragnar left behind. Was that his children, or Northfall? She wasn’t sure.

For lols, I rolled for Harper's drunken/alcohol level and got an 84.

skill: heartbroken

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Harper 84% trashed.

Oh- I'm, trying... Wardruna felt a lump form in her throat at the thought, the fruity breath of Harper overwhelming yet her words of sorrow and comfort more powerful then this. Wardruna's tail sweeps along the snow covered ground as she lowered onto her launches before Harper and whined.

Though Wardruna would never really say it allowed, it hurt her more then it did the others. Maybe more wasnt the right term but, it definitely hit differently, given the fact that it was her own mother which murdered her father. Her young siblings and the others of Northfall could turn their anger and pain onto Freya, the false goddess, the liar, the fake - Wardruna... she just....

Her breath hitched and she shook her head roughly as she tried to collect her thoughts. Maybe she needed more berries herself to work through this. I know it's not forever. This life is just the first. I keep telling myself that but it's still hard. She takes a deep breath, steadier now. So many of us are still so young. Its going to be quite the adjustment without his guidance. All their parents gone, trying to learn on their own. Wardruna was grown, this much was true and she was happy to have ValkyrieD and her mate come, with more time in this life and wiser, sharper minds.