Stavanger Bay 8 dogs 8 banjos (Optional Packtivity)

Lagertha perked at the call, raising her head from the stream she was drinking from. A brow cocked curiously, wondering what the occasion was. It was only recently that they had had a pack meeting. Lagertha had been certain that she saw figures dance on the Sea's surface, drunk on the wine. It wasn't likely something the Viking would soon forget.

Doe was whom she first saw, glad to see the witch doctor given Doe seemed usually busy these days. Lagertha smiled at her, dipping her head to Atoll respectfully. She turned her smile on the ugly beast nearby, unfamiliar to her. He certainly wasn't a looker, but the Shield-maiden could not begrudge him that. 

Settling on the fringe curiously, Lagertha turned her eyes on the food hungrily.