Frostfire Ridge This will never end 'cause I want more

Lagertha moves to her side and the other bows enough to indicate her understanding, Thuringwethil's head squares above her shoulders. She watches the cream wolf turn away, presumably the way she'd came, and it isn't until she's out of sight and her scent from the area fades that she relaxes. She swings her head toward the other wolf and one twitch of her eyebrow to extend the invitation to go home.