Wardruna's ears remained perked forward as she listened to them both, yet she found herself sitting those wide hips of hers to the ground. Every so often her muzzle would lift, sniffing, surveying the area - you know, guardian things. She was in the presence of her King along the outskirts of their lands, after all.

He had died in and attempt to avenge another. Someone claimed as a prize and apparently had been so abused, it ended in her death - then his own. Wardruna's jaw tightened, ears swept back yet again. Northfall has been revered for its warriors. We will sharpen you up well. She states, a smile moving over her lips in attempt at lightening the mood. Alas, their most prominent warriors were gone - Ragnar, Ghidorah, Leviathan, Sindri... Wardruna was the eldest of them now and at only just three!

And another great hunter to our ranks would be a great assest. With another large force, we might be able to take down something of the larger herds again. Wardruna couldn't help the excitement in her voice from this. She was not at all good with hunting rodents or birds- she didn't have the speed or agility, nor the patience for fishing. The thought of having ox or elk again made her mouth water.