“Fafa! Faaaaafffffaaaa,” Ein called as he galloped away from the den expecting Ragnar to be back, unaware that his father was in Stavanger Bay working on it’s claiming, and gleefully unaware that the entire pack was on edge with the murderous bear that had claimed the life of their leader days previous. His attempt at saying the old Norse word for ‘father’ a language he was taking too quickly because he favored it over English though he could speak some words in both (but was better at understanding than speaking currently) was butchered having decided to call Ragnar ‘fafa’ as opposed to ‘dada’ as Tveir liked to scream, banshee-like in Ein’s ear, or so it seemed like the Second Born son enjoyed screaming in the eldest’s ear. Ragnar didn’t come and he didn’t come as Ein waited, hesitating at the brush that his father usually shrugged through. His lips pulled into a terse, thoughtful line upon his muzzle as milky blue eyes gazed around him, sneaking a peek over his shoulder to make sure none of his baby siblings had decided to follow him, nor that Thistle was watching him. He couldn’t see anyone immediately in the dimness of the den and with a childish giggle, attempted to be stifled he took off into the brush, propelling himself faster, or at least as fast as his little legs would take him, ready to conquer. To begin fulfilling his Fate.
“SKWWOOOOOLLLL!” Ein bellowed for the Tiny Viking of whom he was growing (in a manner that was perhaps, prophetically like father like son) rather attached to the Flokisson. Not to mention the Tiny Viking taught him words in his favorite language and that made him better in Ein’s book. “SKWOOLL!” The Loðbrók boy screamed for the other boy (admittedly older and much taller, for now) demanding his presence now; but like Ragnar he didn’t come either and some of Ein’s initial zeal was lost as he realized he had breeched the perimeter of the den and had no idea where he was. He wasn’t afraid, no conqueror was afraid, but his fearlessness gave way to caution as he moved, his pace slowed to a curious walk, pausing to sniff at the scents that were new and exciting to him as he went.
