Stone Circle your crown is burning gold and blood

thanks! :D

Wardruna gives a solemn nod as she speaks that they could use a warrior in the pack wondering if he can even call himself such anymore. What is a warrior that has to re-learn? Like a newborn pup trying to accumulate to his sudden and unexpected eyesight ( or lack thereof in his case ). He has been honest with her about how his blind eye affects him: that it has taken it’s toll on him. He has not come right out and said it ( because he has to maintain some degree of dignity after all ) but there are many days or nights he goes without food because he has misjudged and his prey has slipped away from him. So he rations what he does manage to catch or if he’s lucky enough stumbles across a partially eaten carcass. Surely, she is clever enough to put two and two together without needed him to verbally confirm it. Yet, still, she accepts him. She accepts him with a smile and a gentle sway of her tail; and Wardruna is surprised. In his culture his injury is grounds for chasing him away. Leaving him to die a very slow death or barely survive always on the cusp of death but never getting the reprieve as he struggles and fights to live…neither of them necessarily kinder than the other.

His ears pivot back to rest at half mast atop his skull as she mentions two wolves: Mawk and Ezekiel to potentially spar with. There is a metallic taste in his mouth when she offers to help him with hunting but he bites his tongue so hard that he nearly draws blood as he gives a brisk, curt nod of thanks. He shouldn’t have to have help hunting. He’s a full grown adult. He was a commander of the berserkers and now …now he’s essentially disabled. At least until he learns to work around the lack of vision in his left eye. He hates himself, he hates the chieftain, he hates his eye. So much hatred, self-loathing and fury seething just beneath his skin. She beckons him to follow and he does so, crossing over the scent borders as he follows where she leads him dutifully.