When A Crone Comes A Calling

Restless dreams among other things had led the elder woman to the northern portion of a foreign land. After pondering for weeks she ultimately decided that the place she needed to be was alongside her former charges, Lyndvarr and Lærke. She had consulted the soothsayer and he had seen into her heart and weighed her intuition with the plans of the gods and ultimately it was decided that this was the course of action she needed to take.

It was indeed a difficult one for there was a good chance she would not see her old homeland again. The parting had been tearful but cleansing and some part of the journey had rekindled the young, adventurous woman she used to be. A seasoned and excellent tracker with a gift of gab it did not take her to long to find the borders of the rumored "viking" pack. Surely if Lynd and Lærke were in this strange land their travels would've led the here? Tipping back her head she howled for the alpha in search of information and perhaps, if her charges were indeed here, a new home.

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