The Choice - Bob

Meandering as she was, when she caught Víðarr's scent she followed it. He might be able to point her in the direction of Morganna or Erik, since they hadn't joined her back at the Scowle. What she hadn't expected, was to stumble upon a scrawny tawny wolf, his belly bulging as he trembled in the shadow of the mountain, the man she had been trailing asking after the stranger, while two younger wolves stared him down.

Exhaling, approaching with a lowered head, her tail angled towards the ground, she would pose no threat in her body language, but would tolerate no foolishness from those gathered either. "Yer look like yer've seen better days..." It was directed at the tawny wolf on the ground, though nobody would miss the flick of her eyes towards the viking. She couldn't see any obvious wounds, not like on the bison, but strange things seemed to happen when the sky changed like this. "Yer didn' happen ter follow fireflies ter get 'ere did yer?" She was only half joking.