Sleep. Wake up. Wander. Maybe fiercely scrap with some Titan that wandered in by accident. That was Tiamat's motto. Atleast the one she would abide until she found a new home. After the King of The Monsters just kicked her off her previous lair.

"..."

She just released a hum as she slid through the murky cold waters. Norway's artic waters don't seem too bad. Though she's checking every single corner and detail around the icy area. For any potential rivals or intruders.