Warja wasn't exactly what one would call a fan of the move. She'd just spent the last year in a healer's paradise, and now she was moving to the north. The cold, snow-covered north. The kind of north were good plants were scarce. That meant very little would be fresh and the majority of her stocks would have to be dried and stored instead of grown. The healer side of her was a bit bummed out. There was an advantage to being in the north. Warja remembered her and Katja's discussion about hardiness very clearly so while she was dismayed, she was looking forward to what was to come.
Her eyes fell on the giant named Laufey and she craned her neck to get a look at his chest over the distance. When she was done looking her eyes rose to find the brute staring at her. She quirked a brow at him, daring him say something. He was a stranger, sure, but they were packmates and when it came to wound care he was stupid. He might not have been happy with her taking charge, but the alternative was having his chest rot and fall off.
That was a bit of an exaggeration, but he was careless enough with it that if it were to happen, Warja wouldn't have been surprised.
Coming up on Kismet's left, Warja attempted to playfully bump him in the ribs as she sat down. "Hey, Kis." He stilled owed her an adventure. She wasn't going to forget.
