Overture Downs got a real good feeling something bad about to happen

Wardruna is actively approaching but Noma has turned around to come to him, expecting him to come along and take her back to Easthollow. This outing was a mistake and she’s ready to go back now. She opens her mouth to say something but he moves passed her, approaching the stranger. Forcing herself to slow down, she turns to see him close the distance and she takes a step, backtracking the way she’d come, but mostly in bafflement. Maybe he hadn’t seen her expression, or maybe he had other plans, but either way she does not expect for him to know the strangers name.

At first, she does not realize it. What’s a Sif? Her brows knit together as it turns into an introduction and she looks confused between the two. Wardruna spends time away from the den but she doesn’t realize how often he slips from the borders. She’s never noticed a change and he’s never mentioned it. After he exchanges their names, the other says something that doesn’t make sense—like before—but offers a single word question. Noma looks away from the greyscale male to the strangely colored wolf and back again.

“I’m cold,” she says flatly, her expression flat but focused solely on him as if the other isn’t there at all. With little room for quesiton, she turns—every expectation for him to come with her—and begins to walk away.

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