Since his run-in with his great-grand nephew or whatever it was that Gunnar was to him, Draugur had kept the knowledge of the Bay's existence in his mind, using the information to steer clear of them. He did not desire to join them, nor live under the rule of his nephew. If Draugur were to ever join Stavanger Bay it would be nothing more than an ugly and bloody transition for Draugur would tear Ragnar down from his throne and take it in the name of Thor and the Cove. The idea was tempting, which would leave only one nephew to slaughter in vengeance for Eitri and to purify their line. For now, Draugur decided he would not attempt to usurp his nephew. For now Ragnar could play at Jarl. If the Gofs ordained that confrontation then it would happen. No such command came and for no, Draugur would let well enough alone.
Further North the Sigurvegarinn traveled with the intention of investigating in a manner similar to that of an Outrider the packs that inhabited these Wilds. He had heard whispers on the winds that there were many, and the wraith had intentions of visiting every one of them, gleaning what information he could. It was that mission that drew the Sigurvegarinn closer to the borders of one such pack, though there remained an adequate distance between their borders and his ghostly body — though such a thing did not seem to sink into the head of whichever of the pack's wolf loped closer, the tell-take footfalls like the thrum of a heartbeat against the earth. Silver gaze lifted with indifference towards the other male, pallid just as Draugur himself, as th pack wolf let out a low growl. As far as the Scandinavian was concerned he was safely within free territoy, though the line might have been fine between free territory and no man's land. "ó, mjög ógnvekjandi," The ghost murmured in his native tongue with cynicism, showing that despite the other male's attempts Draugur did not feel threatened.