Lost Creek Hollow and drew warmth of blood from bone

conclusion post. :-)

Wardruna’s tail brushes against his hocks as the deal is sealed, watching with his functioning eye as Poet withdraws from Sif and him. The question is posed to him where she should wait for him — reminding him that he has to make his move and leave Easthollow soon; he cannot leave them waiting for him forever. Sif speaks up then, begging that he allow Poet to wait with her. Wardruna considers it for a moment but it doesn’t require very long. It’s a good idea: the two women can keep themselves company when he is absent. “Yes,” Wardruna replies. “Stay with Sif.” He draws his salmon pink tongue across his jowls. “I will slip out of Easthollow’s borders when I can.” But Wardruna harbors no desire to draw attention to what he does when he parts from their borders and he worries that his women hanging around the borders will draw unnecessary attention. “I will leave my pack soon,” because there was little sense in keeping up paper thin appearances and he’s tired of being watched and the hovering and prying. “— in the meantime try not to draw attention to yourselves by them.” Wardruna advises. It wasn’t that Sif and Poet were secrets because they weren’t but he has no intention of telling Easthollow that he’s building a kvennabúr. Wardruna doubts that would go over smoothly and he doesn’t need any further trouble with them.

The trio goes their own way then: Sif taking Poet to her haunt as Wardruna returns to Easthollow’s borders pleased by how the events of the day have unfolded.