There were a few different people he’d expect to run into every so often in Freljord when it came to champions of the league. Sejuani, Braum, Nunu and Willump, the Avarosan and her husband, etcetera. But this woman was not one of them. Udyr adjusted the fur hanging loosely on his shoulders and peered at the sight before him. He would have sooner expected to come face to face with the Ice Witch again than to see someone like her brave the Tundra.
“ I’m not even going to try to imagine what you are doing here, Morgana. “
He paused, raising an eyebrow.
“ But freezing to death is the most likely, unless you get indoors soon. “