Spirit perked up when the pale white form appeared on the slopes, ears forward as she watched the woman approach.

Now that was a queen right there, and that means their guess about the boy being a snotty prince is right.

Spirit nodded her head in a quick bow as Nyra introduced herself as the Sovereign of Hildibrandr.

Vikings, she knows vikings. Hell, she can even explain away her curse as the berserker trance when it came time to reveal it, they'd probably understand...probably.

My name is Spirit, the owl is Solas they nodded to the owl, who bobbed her head up like 'sup'. I'm looking for a pack to join, if you're in need of warriors Their pelt was written with their experience, their scars, their missing tail. Everything screamed 'old warrior'. They had a thought, to mention the plague flooding the lands with this section of the world free from it, that they may just be the first of many heading this way.

But something tells them that Nyra wasn't one for pitches, or sob stories.