I think that's it... A murmur from her lips and a jut of her creamy muzzle. I mean, surely how many northern islands could their be?

Wardruna strides along the beachside, feeling a way for a placement to cross. Did they swim out that far each time? Wardruna didn't like the idea of having to cross the icy waters into a place she wasn't all that certain she was welcome. When she caught sight of a channel along the coast, she barked out for Sheauga's attention. There, in the distance, a dark coated wolf was drawing near.

Wardruna would settle patiently, to be greeted by a earthy coated woman short in height and stout in build. A word, a confirmation. Skjǫldrheim.

Hállo to you. Wardruna greets, lowering her head respectfully and her tail swaying as it laid relaxed between her hindlegs. Once more she opened her mouth to speak yet paused at the sight of another drawing near. As tall as she, but with a build lean and limber, marked beautifully in a coat of black and gold. To him she would dip her muzzle as well.

I am Wardruna of the Stormborn. This here is Sheauga Blackrock. My sister Ragnhildr told me that we have new siblings... I- She didn't know why the hesitance even as nerves began to fill her. I would love to meet them... I'm sorry I did not come sooner. Thoughts of 'I wondered if mom hated me' or 'took longer cause you know mom killed dad' went unsaid.