Fishblight Mire trials and tribulations

Lagertha cracked a grin, happy she could remain on good terms with this wolf. She wasn't sure if they could be considered friends but she was at least an acquaintance. Menta was understanding of her position, no matter how low it was in the pack, that she had to follow Heda's decisions.

"Good. I am glad ve could remain friendly," Lag told her honestly, splashing a bit of water about with a paw. It wasn't the saltwater she had grown up swimming in on the banks of Kattegat but it was something.