Stavanger Bay Dangling feet from windowsill

If something was off with the diminutive woman before her, Lagertha didn't pick up on it. She seemed strange but friendly, smiling along with the Shield-maiden good-naturedly. The only thing that seemed truly odd was the way she glanced over Lag, raking her with her gaze. The Valkyrie wasn't sure if she was being sized up or if the woman was simply looking, eventually Laggy shook it off as just a glance.

"I vould like to meet him," Lagertha agreed easily, tail wagging though it remained low and neutral. If it were possible to find another pack, one where she wouldn't have to learn a new culture that would replace her own, Lag would jump on the chance. As a social animal, Lag didn't like roaming alone. She liked companionship. 

"If he has time of course," Lagertha added, curious as to what their leader would be like and if he would even want her in their group possibly.