Sleeping Dragon look to your kingdoms, i am coming for them all

Lagertha glanced in the direction of the howl, eyes flicking between a rabbit she was tracking and the call that had demanded her attention. Her eyes continued to move between the rabbit tracks and the direction of Thuringwethil's voice comically for a few moments before Lag gave up with a groan. Turning on her heel, the Viking followed the sound across Sleeping Dragon.

The dove grey female slipped between the trees, pausing before Heda and the fire pelted woman called Wildfire. Lagertha dipped her head in greeting, completely unaware that Gyda would no longer be leading and that soon she would be expected to join the culture of Drageda in all its glory.

"Skol," she murmured by way of greeting, an instinctive thing of her past though they probably couldn't hear it from where she stood.