This Christmas I'll Burn It To The Ground!

Drífa had finished putting away her stores for the winter. She was proud of what she'd gathered despite the limited range of her wanderings due to her illness. She'd been about to settle down for a sleep when the challenge rang out and made her blood run cold. She'd been looking forward to living out the rest of her remaining days here in Winterfell. Now that was all in jeopardy. She arrived at the scene to see Ignis challenging for the pack. Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him cooly. That filthy wretch. Her underlying prejudice bled through. It was the flame marked southern pack that had caused decades of war in her homeland. Now it seemed she'd have to watch as another wolf with such a similar pelt sought to devastate her home once more.