Wardruna had never feared for her own life. Had never thought to run away from whatever danger might become of her, yet instead ran towards the danger. For whatever fear she felt was a fear at the loss of other's lives than her own. Those she loved, those which had yet to be taken from her out of the vast many which had. There was little left of the great family of Stormborn and wished not the same fate on any other, specifically a family close to her all the same - the Callosum.

Fuck, there you are! The sharp bark had the large wolf reeling around quick and trotting swift into the direction of Sreda as she saw her now in the distance, ears perked to her words.

The stability of Northfall is poor at best, but with this plague - I just had to come. I had to make sure you all were okay. Sreda, of course, but the rest of the family which, had multiple marital attempts not failed, would have been Wardruna's family as well.