Northstar Vale a chest filled with diamonds and gold

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His head jerked back, glimpsing at her over his shoulder as she rounded on him. This type of dominance was rare, he thought and the feel of her hooking her forepaws on his hips so she could draw herself over his rump was strange. He did not move. It habitually felt wrong to be mounted by a female even though he understood there was no sexual assertion here. Only authority. His head moved to face front, staring intently at a jutting peak in the near distance, fighting off the humiliation that rose like fire in his chest. The norseman did not appreciate the excessive display but to attack her would invoke her ire and the ire of her pack that lingered near. It would destroy all he had been trying to work for when he first realized he was trespassing. Despite his desire to snap at her, he kept his composure, played into the role of subordinate well, allowing her the display. Perhaps this was the way of packs in the Wilds, admittedly he'd have been dead or dying if he'd have trespassed in a pack like Svartalfheim. Their customs and traditions were likely very different from his own and thus Rigr was patient, observant and because he had little choice he was willingly subservient to her for he got the feeling it was what was keeping this a ...peaceful (so to speak) exchange. Mostly, Rigr was curious as to what was meant to happen after all of these displays. Was he to meet an untimely death (for he was no match for an entire pack, realistically)? Or allowed passage through?

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