Cerulean Cape there's something the dead are keeping back

The confirmation that these were not Saltwinter wolves came as something of a comfort to Ragna. She had not expected Kjallar to send wolves after her, but it was still a small fear that she had held. She did not know Jorunn anymore, and did not count him as one of her brothers. There was no trust there anymore. Still, that meant that they could be rogues, here to set upon unwary travelers. Well, let them! It had been long enough since she had had a fight. She would not start one, though, only defend herself.

In truth they were wolves of a pack, some Sleeping Dragon with which she was unfamiliar. Ragna, son of Ragnar. Shieldmaiden of the Malkaria, she announced, her head held high with pride. Though her brother was forsaken, she was still a child of Ragnar, a sibling of the Malkaria. There was much for her to be proud of. It dawned on her that Thuringwethil was an important wolf, since only important wolves had guards.