Þat mælti mín móðir

It had taken surprisingly little effort to convince her donkey to join her as they made their way down from their mountain home. Róta had thought the grass muncher would rather stay home but the braying and flick of his hooves had her convinced otherwise, and she laughed, allowing the beasty to trot along at her side. He was a strange looking warrior, but she wouldn't deny him if this was what his heart desired.

She added her voice to the chorus calling out their challenge. There was a new pack in the area, and they were here to make their presence known.

“Speech”