Wardruna's silence came with her sorrows. It was not the first time one of her parents had gone missing and so the viking girl immediately placed the blame on Odin. The All Father had done his best to place ruin on the Stormborn family, a generation that went back as far as The Gods of Old creating the first of their bloodline. Warduna did not speak this. After all, her younger brother Frode was a seer. Her sister, Journey, a valkyrie many times before and servant of Odin in his Valhalla halls.

Wardruna had elected to stay behind on the search parties while Journey and Arvid went beyond. A sentry determined to keep their borders strong, while their Queen abandoned their place the moment the King was missing and their new King-in-Rising absent in the search.

Evening comes, the sun falls and it is quiet in Northfall. The sky shining with its soft blue-grey haze, fitted with steaks of muted purple, reminding her of Sheauga's eyes.

It was incredibly beautiful; magical. It reminded her of the day the world saw gods dancing in the sky. She wondered if it was the gods her father had grown up knowing. Then, movement behind her, and Wardruna's ears perked as she lift herself from her lay, just down a bit from the rocky formation of her den. Speaking of the devil raccoon. Vaskebjørn... (Raccoon) She answers with a weak smile.