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.