A call sounds for the Queen of the North. Raisa was home, returned from her latest venture. The last had been quite a successful one indeed and Northfall was a pack which allowed their members to roam in and out of the lands freely. It was how Raisa brought home Bogart. How Alder formed his bond with Sølvi and now would be strengthening the ties between the packs. How Northfall and Elysium were close despite the many miles between them.

The scent of the bear was strong, stronger than Raisa's own scent, so there was a few fleeting moments where Wardruna suddenly began to panic: the blood flushing to her cheeks and as she begins to run she is panting heavy in anxiety and fear. Then, Raisa's scent hits her all around. Purposeful markings in the area where the bear's scent was strongest. Then Wardruna's mind let her remember that Raisa's call had not been one of desperation. And there, ahead in the ravine in wait, was Raisa.

Fuck, Raisa, you about gave me a heart attack… She said through pants as she now came at a slower pace, heavy steps closing slowly between them. I take it you know this bear? A bear!? Wardruna recalled the tigers, but definitely not that.