It was almost time for the tournament, wolves were slowly trickling in bit by bit, leaving Fiadh out and about after filling up a food cache to see if she can start filling another if the tiger didn't get to it. The herds would be fine, given how small Northfall is now, but still she preferred to hunt further out. Why spook the food at home when you can just drag something back? She's strong enough for it.

It's not like Ragnar had ever given her a proper rank anyway, just letting her do whatever the pack needed at the time, so...she filled her time. Hunting, patrolling, going out for weeks at a time sometimes, exploring the world, living the true Viking way.

Meeting new friends, one of which she caught the scent of on the wind, sending her tail wagging in excitement as she moved to try and surprise him.

He poked his head around a tree as she got close, horrible luck really, but before she could speak he did. Briefly she looked confused before she barked out a laugh 'course 'm real, y'think i'm one'a yer spirits or somethin'? Fiadh bounded up to him then, almost like she was trying to tackle him, before slowing down last second to lightly bump against his side if he didn't move out of the way. Why is it I never find you when i'm lookin' for ya?

Her voice was cheerful, if rather rough from lack of use lately.