we'll dance and sing till sundown

He hadn't left Winterfell lands since the volcano erupted. And then sickness had taken hold of him not long after. But he was better now and feeling restless, so the first place he went was to the battlefield. He mainly wanted to stretch his muscles and release the restless energy he had after being holed up for so long, and with the northern king feeling good and ready, he stepped onto the battlefield with a purpose. He had felt some tremors here and there but they didn't bother him any. He was used to disaster striking and striking hard. So when he heard the summons for a fight, he followed the sound until he found a smaller female up ahead. He didn't know who she was but he could smell the familiar scent of Ashen on her. Crimson gaze looked her over for a moment, assessing her potential prowess.

He approached until he was a good ten or so feet from her, his armor draped over his form and his battle claws clinking with each step. His companions followed closely behind, happy to finally have the opportunity to fight alongside their comrade once more. "Good day to you, ma'am. I heard you call, and I wish to answer it if you'll have me." He rumbled politely. He would allow her the first move since she was the one to call first. After this, he'd probably go and find someone else to fight if he was still feeling the wild energy that plagued him.