Patrol and Sentry

Eyrún was restless. No, that was an understatement - she was bored, dreadfully so, and she didn't quite know what to do with herself. As loyal as she might be to Hjarrandi, they could only provide so much willing entertainment, and when that was dried up she found herself wandering elsewhere. The kind of boredom that was currently plaguing her was the uncomfortable kind; the sort of boredom that made your mind ramp up into overdrive, that made your thoughts race faster than you could sort them. For Eyrún in particular, this kind of mindset was a dangerous one to be in.. and so that was how she ended up here, near the edge of an unfamiliar pack's borders, sniffing lightly at their scent markers.

Though she was reckless to the point of idiocy at times, she knew how disappointed Valkyrie would be if she caused needless trouble. That was the key. Putting herself or her band into danger for no reason wasn't ideal, and so Eyrún wasn't keen on doing just that. But she was curious, and she was entertained by the thought of what sort of mischief she could drudge up. Only when a stranger caught her eye did she decide to redirect her aimless, erratic movements, loping closer to him - though keeping a safe enough distance from Valhalla's borders that she couldn't possibly be mistaken as a trespasser. As she drew closer, she caught sight of the armor he wore. "Fight off any intruders lately?" Eyrún called out a bit too gleefully, a smirk tugging at her lips as she took a few long strides closer, eyeing his position on the wall with curiosity. What a strange sight this man was.