roll call

So... their mission was to head to Winterfell, her and Torrent, then to engage in a fight. Not anything huge or overly suspicious, but just enough to rustle some feathers and learn a thing or two about them. Ásvor had no trouble at all with her mission, and though she had a few ideas of her own on how to proceed, she had a feeling - at least based on her limited interactions with Torrent - that the younger Fireside wolf might have a different tactic. Regardless of how things went down, Ásvor was nothing if not adaptable, and she knew she'd figure it out.. and hopefully have a story to tell once she went home to Valdis. With minimal injuries, if things went accordingly.

But injury was a real possibility, and one she was fully prepared for. The two of them neared Winterfell's borders, at the edge of a pine forest, and Ásvor weighed their options. First, they needed to make sure at least someone knew they were here, without alerting the entire pack to their presence. It was nearing dusk, and hopefully the pack wasn't on high alert. Quietly she let out a low bark, certain if anyone was nearby that they'd come scouting out the two wolves that stood precariously on the edge of their borders. "Any plan in mind?" She finally asked Torrent, tilting her head toward her traveling companion, as a slight grin tugged at her lips.