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.