Emberflame Ridge oh wrap the ground around

it occurs to wardruna only after the fact that the polite thing would have been to ask her permission before moving closer. wardruna's accustomed to behaving in a very different way and it seems that no matter how much time he spends in company that is not that of his fellow northmen his upbringing refuses to bend to the laws and expectations of these lands. she does not recoil from him, however; instead her shivering stills. her question causes his right ear to perk and swivel towards her slightly as he glimpses at her from the corner of that eye. it is a brief glimpse and in the next heartbeat his gaze returns to the storm that rages just outside the semi-shelter of the willows they take refuge beneath. "wandering," he replies simply and then adds, "staying out of trouble." cheekily with a curl of his lips into a smirk that betrays the mischief hidden in the words. "you?" he returns the inquiry simply, angling his head downwards to ever so slightly to fix her in his stare. it unnerves him to have his blind eye to the territory that stretches out before them but wardruna remains nonchalant, acting as if he could see out of it, as if there was nothing amiss and his nerves, if detected, were simply because of the storm still.