Sleeping Dragon If I had a voice I could sing

Lagertha wasn't sure what brought her here, to this land that was barren and where emaciated animals crawled over the bare dirt. The shield maiden paid no mind to what she ate, eating the small animals she could pick off. This usually consisted of fish, rodents, the odd corpse, etc. 

It was the border that initially caught her attention. The scent that clearly marked it as a pack, the first she had come across as of yet. The second was the plume of smoke curling into the air, it was natural not fire, its tendrils unfurling from the mountain itself. 

Lag stopped her course from its straight path, feeling a pull towards the pack territory. She wasn't sure why, but she knew she had to try seeking acceptance with this pack. Stopping outside the border, she howled loudly before her hazel eyes began to scan the treeline for any sign of pack wolves.