Wardruna walked along the mountain paths quietly. Her thick tan and cream tail a gentle sway at her hocks. At some point the wind would stir around her and she would take note of Oberon's presence. Black-backed ears turned back, listening, but she pushed onto forward without word. He played the role of quiet companion for a time. At least until Wardruna decided to shift her direction. It was cold enough already and dark… and the further up they went. Well, an unnecessary risk if one wasn't hunting just yet. But she knew now where the sheep herd had moved to in the mountains.

They won't leave their home unless they absolutely must. Northfalls mountains are as much the home of the goat and sheep herds as it is our own. They were just as stubborn of creatures. Just as bull-headed, reluctant to leave what was theirs. The goat and ram fit the viking wolves quite well.

If they leave, we are to follow them. Her olive eyes passed over the chocolate and creamy coated wolf, wondering his thoughts on this.