Shy Deer Steppes he runs, wishing he could fly

He was the last to arrive on the scene. He had taken his time to answer this one, it was another stranger at the border and it didn't sound all too urgent, and so, he sauntered through the woods with a slow gate. Once he arrived on the scene, everyone already seemed to have made it here. The stranger who had called them was a woman with a torn face and a janky leg - though her face was not one easily forgotten, the morbid display was hard to ignore, he was unphased. He had seen and done much in his time on this earth, and her face, was oddly enough, nothing new. 

One thing he did observe before she spoke was that Hela was quite close to the female, she must have known the woman from before, maybe it was her birth pack. Which was confirmed not long after as she opened her mouth to speak of bringing her home. 

The Warlord kept quiet. Though he was not fond of just letting one them go, of one of his own saving her and them being let go without any kind of reward in return for her safekeeping until then, all he did was stand and watch. He would wait to see her reaction... What others thought, as his gaze shifted without moving his head from her direction, his peripherals making the observation for him.