i have a priestess at home

She had given up trying to understand his religion, she was fully emersed in the world of these heathens, and she would eventually one day have to pull herself free if she could, but her strength for it wained and her desires ran elsewhere; though her words spoke nothing of the sort. Listening to her words one might believe she was a priestess even though she no longer called herself that. Not that she'd let Rangar know that, for that might mean he had won... won something over her. The 'something' wasn't anything she could put a paw on.

Slowly the tears stopped, years of suppressing emotions help her reign it all back in but not before she shuttered, her body and psyche needing that release. Sorry Ragnar was about all she could utter, aghast with herself and her actions, she pressed her body along side his and stood close, hip to hip shoulder the shoulder, well as much as they could since she was most definitely a smaller wolf, the cross upon her face shimmered with undried tears.

Nerian shifted to rest her cheek upon his cheek in a familiar fashion but one that didn't allow him to look into her eyes or see her face, in other words it hid her from him while keeping her close. Where do we go from here?

Quietly she steeled herself her posture reverting to a more natural state her body tightening as she prepared herself for yet another new world, though this one did seem less harsh then the cove...

A thought came to her then and she double his question back onto him What about you Rangar? you have been with many females, but do you not want to be loved by just one? Have a wife and raise children She had no clue he had indeed taken a wife, and further more she had no clue that this wife was fat with child.