Things had changed drastically since he had made Northfall his home. Was this something that occurred often with this pack? How curious still that Arvid, their previous King, had gone utterly missing without a single trace. He wasn't sure if search parties were still trying to find him, though his own mind was placed elsewhere. Oberon had indeed heard the call from the one named Agrippina.

She had a voice that was unlike the others, the ones of northern blood. But it wasn't her voice that mostly caught him off guard, but her reddish pelt and green eyes. An attractive creature in her own right, though that wasn't why he sought her out. No, Wardruna had sent her on business to show him around. What else that would happen, was up to the two of them. The dark pelted wolf scaled the upper part of the slopes, finding her figure sitting upon a jutted out formation of rock and snow. A friendly bark escaped his maw as he approached her.


Agrippina