She wasn't alone.

Though a number of times she had felt it, with so much family that had gone, she had been reminded of what she still had and how wrong she had been. Ragnhildr visited. Elysia, Skathi and Sigurd, all taken from them yet reunited on this plane. Wardruna had grown with the whole of her family all around her, in the same pack, this was true, but that did not mean that she was now alone even though they had left Northfall.

The Stormborn name spread far and wide across the tundra. From the western coast to the eastern island. They were not the children tumbling in the foothills of Northfall any longer. They had grown, explored, conquered, formed alliances and one day too they would further the blood of Stormborn by the making of their own families. Sadness filled her, but a bitter sweet one at this. Ragnar left a legacy in his wake.

Wardruna just, needed to remind herself sometime. Needed to remember who her people were. Who she was. They were Norse. They were Viking. They were strong.

Wardruna takes a deep breath, filled with the scent that was Sheauga. Yes, of course... A forced smile. Despite the dour mood, she was happy for the woman's company. Wardruna's strength had always been fueled by those around her. She would keep going so long as she had those around her to keep going for. We can scout the forest. She suggested. A place where the northern winds were broken up and the snow wasn't as deep, both due to the towering evergreen trees. A much more suitable place then the towering heights or misty wet straightline winds of the rocky coast. Wardruna had come to prefer alpine forests herself too.