It had taken some time to get here, not to mention keeping up with his sister as they made their way to Northfall. It had been his first true visit to the mountain pack, his memories flying back to when he had first met Wardruna. He wondered if she was also in the tournament, hoping that she had been doing alright since he had last seen her.

Guilt had once overtaken him when it came to the shieldmaiden, thoughts of what could have been plaguing his mind. But now that he had moved on with his own pack, and now had a path with Dalmatia, things were looking up for him. And now he could, with pride, come to say hello to an old friend.

But little did he know that something else was about to catch his attention. N​ó​ttin kept walking through one of the mountain trails, looking for something to keep him preoccupied while the festivities were under way. That's when his glacial gaze caught sight of something in the distance, coming towards him in a slow gait. No, it couldn't be. That was impossible. At first he just stood there, eyes wide and body frozen. How long had it been? Was it really her? His mouth opened to try and say something, but no words could come out.

The confused male just continued to stand there and stare at the greyscale wolf, with eyes so soft it was hard to forget her. Finally he brought out enough courage to try and find out for himself if what he was seeing was true. Freya? Freya, is that you? N​ó​ttin waited while holding his breath, unsure of how this was going to play out in the end.

A torn up woman turned to face him, green eyes filled with what could only be described as utterly horrible fear, and the look of a beaten prey animal. Freya! It is you! When did you get here? What...what happened to you? He wanted to race over and embrace her in friendship. But something told him to stay back, as if his presence might scare her off completely. Where...where you...in the tournament?

N​ó​ttin had so many questions to ask her, so many things that he wanted to say. It felt so good to see someone from his childhood, to see someone else that understood him and his sister on some level. Her presence however might change some things for him in the future. Now he wanted Sol to see her and maybe they could bring her home. That is if she wanted to. To be honest though, where else would she even want to stay if not with them? Nothing else even crossed his mind in that moment.

There was a sense of tranquility seeing Freya again, like a piece of home was sent back to him through some sort of magic, or even a miracle. A soft smile made its way across his face, eyes bright with a happiness that he had thought was all lost. Not that things hadn't been going well for him, but somewhere in his heart, it always felt like something was missing. Maybe this, what ever it was, was what he was looking for. But the familiar friendly and affectionate tone soon faded away, replaced by something more alarming and quietly threatening. But what was it?

You...you have children? With whom? When? And what kind of mock spar? Are you alright? N​ó​ttin so desperately wanted to come closer to her, to give her a hug or even take her away to somewhere more secluded and private. But would she go with him? You look like you have seen a ghost. Is there something going on? No, maybe it was just all in his head. She should be happy in a pack of her own, striking out on her own. Shouldn't she? Unless she wasn't. Oh what on earth was going on here!?

She was standing right in front of him, yet it was still so hard to believe it. Freya went on to explain a bit of her kids, that she had them with some male of her pack. Still something didn't sit right with him. But he let her continue on regardless. There was this spar she was talking about, making him internally grimace with concern.

Freya wasn't the fighting type, was she? N​ó​ttin could remember back when they were just pups, how she was always so soft and timid. Yet so kind and caring. The only ones that seemed fitting of more of a fire starter, were Nico and Tulio. But no, not her. It was something that he always liked about her, and in some ways could relate to.

Then at the end of her talk of spars, something deep down changed about her. Something in the way her eyes began to well up with tears, her ears flattening against her head. Then her voice, so small and frail, and so full of fear. What was wrong? Freya...you can tell me. It's going to be okay. Come here, I'm here for you.

Was someone or something scaring her? Was someone hurting her? What was going on around here? N​ó​ttin wanted to go over and take her in his embrace, to save her from what ever was causing her this great turmoil. But his own dose of anxiety was getting the better of him. What if she ran away from him? What if he scared her off by mistake?

Hey, we can talk about something else if you want. It's okay, trust in me. N​ó​ttin gave her a small friendly smile, trying to reassure her that no matter what, he was going to be there for her. For however long she would allow it, even it was for just a short period of time. Somehow, someway, he would find her again. N​ó​ttin knew this deep down in his heart and soul, and would stick to it no matter what. After all, that's all the proof he had. And still he believed.

It was a horrible thing, the feeling of powerlessness. N​ó​ttin watched her as she came crashing into his embrace, her smaller form nestled deep into his own as she continued to shed her tears. It was quiet, the sound of her sobbing the only thing threatening to shatter their small world. But he didn't dare stop her from what she was feeling in that moment. It was important that she let it all out, confess to him what had been troubling her, and for how long it had been. Eventually she came clean, revealing to him that her children were indeed in danger. That she was being kept in a pack called The Saints.

He wondered what the implications were of her children's birth, and who the father was within that pack. And it all made him utterly furious and disgusted if true. I do not live in this mountain, but close in another. To the west of here, is a place called Frostfang Vale. My pack is Dawnbreak, and we can keep you safe. You and your children. Whether by my paws or some other grand force, you will be coming home. The Pillar of Courage looked down at her with true conviction, that he would put a stop to her suffering no matter what it took. Even if it meant his own life in the process.

My sister, Sol is here as well. I cannot remember if she saw anyone else from our old pack back at the Jawbone. But I'm sure that she would be happy to see you as well. Is it okay if I tell her of this meeting? It was important that she consent. For he didn't want to make her even more fearful. And yet, it was important that the wolves of Dawnbreak knew of such treachery, and that rescue was needed of a great magnitude. I promise, you will come home.