It had taken some time to get here, not to mention keeping up with his sister as they made their way to Northfall. It had been his first true visit to the mountain pack, his memories flying back to when he had first met Wardruna. He wondered if she was also in the tournament, hoping that she had been doing alright since he had last seen her.

Guilt had once overtaken him when it came to the shieldmaiden, thoughts of what could have been plaguing his mind. But now that he had moved on with his own pack, and now had a path with Dalmatia, things were looking up for him. And now he could, with pride, come to say hello to an old friend.

But little did he know that something else was about to catch his attention. N​ó​ttin kept walking through one of the mountain trails, looking for something to keep him preoccupied while the festivities were under way. That's when his glacial gaze caught sight of something in the distance, coming towards him in a slow gait. No, it couldn't be. That was impossible. At first he just stood there, eyes wide and body frozen. How long had it been? Was it really her? His mouth opened to try and say something, but no words could come out.

The confused male just continued to stand there and stare at the greyscale wolf, with eyes so soft it was hard to forget her. Finally he brought out enough courage to try and find out for himself if what he was seeing was true. Freya? Freya, is that you? N​ó​ttin waited while holding his breath, unsure of how this was going to play out in the end.