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To the north and east of Moonspear, Ragna found a pack. The scent was familiar, though distantly, and it took some sifting through their thoughts to recall the dark woman, the commander under whom Gyda served. This was as good a place to settle as any, for the commander had captured Ragna's respect. For a time they skirted the edge of the seaside territory, weighing their options, until at last they decided.

Ragna sat, tipping their nose to the sky to call for an audience.

There is still pain in her chest, occasionally in her head, and her eye is still bloodshot but that does not put her duties on the back burner. She’d taken some time to herself to try and prepare but it is short lived and she is back on her feet against the better advice she is (probably) given. Assured there are others on the borders, keep things safe and intact, she has time to really consider their new neighbors. There is so little she knows, impacting the decisions she needs to make, but she only express those worries to those that matter.

And she is thankful for the howl that disrupts her alone time.

With a grimace and grit of her teeth, Thuringwethil heads to the borders.

“Ragna,” she says upon her arrival.

They wait with little anxiety, with a surety to their gaze that speaks now to their commitment. The shieldmaiden's time among the Malkaria was over. It was time to give themself over to a new queen. To a commander. Would it be odd? To go from a peaceful people to one who named their leader commander? Ragna cared little, and indeed found themself as attracted to that notion of power as they had been to the gentler ways of the Malkaria.

The commander herself came. Ragna wasn't sure why they were surprised, but they were. They felt honored. Commander, Ragna said in kind, bowing into a more respectful posture. They couldn't for the life of them remember the commander's name, only that it was something of a tongue twister. I've come to seek a life here, if you would have me.

It had not been far from here they originally met. They only spoke briefly while Dio hung in the background. They learned much from each other in a short amount of time but much has changed since they’d been together last. Thuringwethil had been rather fond of the woman and felt a connection because of her relation to Gyda (when confirmed by the Viking queen herself). It gives her no reason not to take in family, even if not directly her own. Outside of Wildfire, it’s the closest thing she has.

“Of course,” she says with a quirk of her brow over her healthy eye. Her features remain stoic, focusing on keep herself standing and in as little pain as possible. It had been difficult to make it this far and continuing to mask it proves harder than she anticipates. She offers one steadying breath before she tries to brush it off a little longer. “But Gyda’s journey moved on from here. She and her mate are making their own part of Drageda, further north of here. Halfway between here and Odin’s Cove.”