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Set directly after This For Arvid and Oberon and any other of NF.

Following the riverbed of the Sterling river did the pair of large wolves make their way to the borders of Northfall. As they drew nearer, their morning turned to afternoon. As they drew nearer still, the sound of roaring water could be heard in the distance. The great falls which fell from the northern mountains and into the river which they had been traveling along.

Once they reached them, Wardruna would lowly woof to her traveling partner, guiding the man to arch along the falls by a wall warn path through the foothills of their territory. Once they had cleared the roaring of water, Wardruna would begin calling out to the Konungr of Northfall. Her movements easing to a slow lope, simply allowing the newcomer to wander around the outskirts of their land as they waited.

slight assumption that Obseron is icly present already since he is following War. If that's not okay, lmk!)

So far, it had been a lovely, though lonely morning that had transcended into the afternoon. There were a few puffy clouds in the sky, and a nice chill breeze in the air, making Arvid wonder if there was going to be a light snowfall. Hunting in the snow had always been his favorite, for some reason - it always gave the prey an added flavor, but the pack wasn’t quite big enough to hunt anything. On the plus side of things, they weren’t big enough to need to hunt anything that large, anyway -

He was eyeballing the skies, pondering about the snow, when he heard his sister’s calls. He slowly stood and howled, moving out into her general direction. Good afternoon, Wardruna..

Did she have something to tell him? His eyes lingered carefully to the darker, older canine following behind his sister.

..and friend? Arvid tilted his head, citrus eyes lingering over him.

It was a surprisingly calm and enjoyable journey to Northfall. The northern lands hadn't reached their peak of harsh weather as of yet, which meant that he could admire the somewhat icy landscape as they went up the mountain trail. Not too far off, he could hear the sound of water running. A waterfall perhaps within the mountain? Oberon continued to follow WArdruna up the trail, soon confirming the waterfall for himself. It was a pretty sight, making him glad that this was going to hopefully be his new home.

His guide then came to a slow stop, raising her head to let out a call for her brother and king. Oberon waited paitently, though tried to be stoic and put together the whole time. After a few minutes of waiting, the King made himself known. Friend indeed. I am Oberon, great King of Northfall. I just met your sister a while ago. She tells me of your pack and I wish to join your ranks. Perhaps I can be of great use to you. Oberon looked to Wardruna, hoping that she would speak in good nature of him. After all, she was partially his ticket into this new land.

Her brother came, to which Wardruna lowered her head and waved her tail low in silent respect. Oberon spoke promptly and with a sureness which would be favored among those in Northfall.

He has only just awoken to these lands, after his death... Wardruna's ears swept back, her eyes soft, as they moved to Oberon, apologetic. She could not return to him the life he once had, but she hoped at least she could be a part of the start to a good life in his second. Hell, for all she knew, his last life could have been a shit show. She still had much to learn of their new (hopefully) packmate.

He has accepted an offer to make Northfall his home if you approve, even if only temporarily while he tries to gain his footing in this new place and if any of his realm has come here as well. He will work hard for Northfall, if you'd have him.

It had indeed been a beautiful view, as was most of Northfall. He could see why his ancestors had called this place their home. The sunrise in the morning, and how the clouds took to the rising sun, and all of the beautiful colors were always his favorite. He liked how the sky was painted with with the pinks and blues, how the sun could look so fiery in the morning.

The sounds of the waterfall were oddly relaxing, Arvid found. His attention perked after his sister spoke - of a death? Did that mean that those they had lost recently, were out there? He wanted to know more, but felt like asking right away might not be the best course of action.

Good to meet you, Oberon. I am Arvid. My, that sounds like quite the ordeal - I’m sorry to hear that.. But Northfall welcomes you. We will help aid you in any way that you need, to help you get back on your paws, even if it is just temporary. I understand waking up in this new world can be very disorienting, but hopefully we will be able to work together to meet each other’s needs and goals. Do you remember anything? Such as what you used to enjoy doing?

The King of Northfall, now known as Arvid, was a just and kind king it seemed. He listened whole heartedly to him without any hesitation. I do. I was killed by a wolf that had taken the life of someone I cared about. She wasn't exactly a lover or anything of that nature. But she was abused and kept as a sort of pet by these men. I aimed to get justice for her. But I failed despite my best efforts. I hope to be of more use here, and request that you don't see my failure in my past life as a show of my abilities in this current life. I will show you my worth if you will permit me. I am indeed a capable fighter, and a very good hunter. I will make sure to do more then my fair share in this kingdom, this home. I am grateful for your kind hospitality. Oberon made a slight bow, a show of respect that he felt was needed to be given. After all, this king was was showing him just as much respect and kindness as he had to him.

skill: guardian

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.