She had been busy reading the note left beside the main path when Víðarr called out. What perfect timing. Her paws lead her back to the main camp, the scent of smoke wafting her way just before she caught sight of it. Sanngriðr and Rōta had already arrived, and so she spared no time in making her way over with a dip of her head in greeting to all three of her cousins. Hopefully they would not have to wait long for the others to arrive.
Iðunn sat down beside Sanngriðr, closely eyeing the other Trygg woman from her periphery. It was a wonder Rōta hadn't snapped up a morsel by now, but it seemed she was putting on a show of restraint tonight. She might have cracked a small smile at that if it wasn't for the consistent aching pain in her upper jaw that had been plaguing her for nearly half a moon cycle, even with the pain remedies she had access to. To be frank it made her quite irritable most days, and she had mostly kept to herself to limit the chances of her snapping at any of her cousins. But this gathering seemed unavoidable, and so she sat there with as much of an indifferent expression as she could plaster on her face.
