Vitus wandered.

He'd ranked the highest of the northfall wolves in the tournament, him, the one who's only done the basic training needed of all vikings and whatever tussles his siblings and Fiadh dragged him into. The one who's job was to interpret the signs from the gods and guide the pack.

Was, his job, now that the boy king declared before the world that Northfall denounces all gods like some petty child throwing a tantrum.

As if he spoke for them all, but had the other boy even asked the others?

As Vitus did, he fumed, words he wished to say bubbling under the surface wanting to cut and tear. But. He didn't.

Instead, his anger carried his paws away from the blasphemous boy-king and the rotting lands of Northfall and outward, clearing his head, soothing him.

Peace.

The three crows that had taken to following him around were lazily circling above, drifting, cawing out a warning to him that another was near and snapping him out of his trance. The seer raised his head, pausing for a moment before woofing out a greeting to the wolf in the distance. Dawnbreak, most likely, given the location and distance he's traveled..he should go greet her properly. Vitus turned, and headed towards Euphemia Hallo