"Dire wolves! Get them!"
Irene sat at a table, slowly eating porridge with preserved berries sprinkled over the top. She was lost in thought until they heard the voice of someone surprising at the dining hall entrance.
Her green eyes snapped to attention and they realized it was the Duchess yelling that there were dire wolves outside.
The brief few moments Irene had seen her, she looked the same as usual with a peculiar thin appearance and eyes that darted all around. She still felt a strange suspicion about the woman but she couldn't voice it because it would be unbelievably disrespectful to talk badly about someone who held a high title she could never even dream of having.
They had been having sunny days, but those days were still mostly frigid and the snow remained on the ground.
However, all of them were still warmed up from morning practice and Sir Gunnar gestured for them to get on their feet.
"Which direction, my lady?" Gunnar asked the Duchess as he approached her.
