Lost Creek Hollow and drew warmth of blood from bone

Wardruna gives visible pause as the stranger before the pair speaks what he thinks is her name in a soft murmur. Unfortunately, as it unknowingly is with his lovely companion at his side some of the woman’s strange words go over his head. He understands bits and pieces but due to his inability to mentally translate some of the words she offers he does not attempt to re-evaluate it. Instead, he has to hope she has something easier to offer the northern pair. Eventually, whether she realizes his and Sif’s individual struggles or her motive is something entirely different she offers something much simpler: Poet. Poet. Easy enough for Wardruna to remember. “Poet.” He murmurs her name, testing it out upon his tongue, teasing the syllables in his northern accent. He shifts his weight, pressing his shoulder lightly against Sif’s before he offers her a light nibble to her cheek as she lets out a whine for his attention. I have not forgotten you, he attempts to assure with the gesture.

“What I offer,” Wardruna begins as he swings his head back in Poet’s direction, fixating upon her with his good eye, haunting, jack-o-lantern gaze glinting with the greed of a magpie’s. “Is a possible home. With me and the other women.” His women. And what a melting pot he has amassed. Eventually, with time, favorites will no doubt make themselves known to him but for now he tries to keep them equal. Well, maybe not a home yet. They have no place to settle, and in fact he’s been busy trying to avoid Easthollow’s gaze glued to him as far as Noma was concerned that he hasn’t had any time to really consider much beyond the fact that he needs to leave. He cannot show up there with a bunch of stray females — and honestly he doesn’t want them sticking their noses where it didn’t belong anymore. He hadn’t necessarily set out to recruit only females but it is they that his Gods send him. Not that Wardruna has complaints because he truly doesn’t.

That would be a good task for the ones that can roam freely. He cannot venture out himself, nor can he leave Noma alone for that length of time. And if they cannot find a territory then perhaps a pack with small numbers where their integration would not be challenged.

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