The ivory prince's gaze turned towards the dark female as she fell onto the ground after trying to stand on four paws. He walked over to her, two fishes in his jaws which he placed beside her. "Hurts isn't it? Is this your first time to feel so much pain?" he asked, his tone soft as he spoke and gave her a fish. "Don't lean on that shoulder too much," he advised the dark girl.

"You better eat, we're moving out today." he said, giving her one last glance with cerulean eyes as he turned and made his way towards the sea. He was going to have a good meal before they left.

The ivory prince returned to Raven, from his jaws hung three large fishes. Lowering himself on his haunches next to Raven, he began to eat breakfast, content to stay and rest for a while before leaving. He knew that Raven was in pain but still insisted for her to travel, it would strengthen her, physically and mentally and she would be able to cope with pain when she was alone.

"Remember not to lean on the bad shoulder or it will start bleeding like hell." he reminded her after swallowing the last chunk of fish and started on the second. "How did you sleep?" he asked her, wondering if she slept well. She would need all her energy for their journey.

"I did not sleep, remember? I was standing watch, Ragnar might have issued the kill on sight order and we do not need to die just yet, do we?" he said calmly, swallowing the last bit of fish and gazing at her. "We will be leaving shortly but I need to re-dress your wound." he moved closer to her until he was right next to her.

Slowly he removed the cobwebs and the poultices, sniffing them before nodding approvingly and giving her a lick between the ears. "Come on, we need to get you to the sea." he rose to his paws and made his way towards the churning waters, obviously telling her to get up and follow him herself. Pain would help her later.

He waited at the edge of the waves, the water lapping at his paws. A pile of cobwebs and medical supplies lay beside him, they would leave soon. He did not like being so near Stavanger Bay territory.

"You need to clean that wound again, bath in the sea, it would help the wound heal faster. It would sting though." he said, nodding to her as he stepped back from the sea and began to sort out the herbs he had managed to find a collect. They would be useful later if they got into any fights or got sick. His father had taught him something useful other than fighting.

He rolled the herbs together, making sure that they were fresh, he also made sure to pack cobwebs. Finally he turned his icy gaze onto his subordinate, tilting his head slightly as he gazed at her.

"I am done, Jarl."

Syver looked up, noticing the light shine of tears in her eyes. Grabbing a bundle of herbs and cobwebs, he began chewing the herbs into a poultice and binding it to her with cobwebs. He knew it would hurt, his punishments always did and his victims always learnt their lessons. He towered over his subordinate before lowering his head and laying his head on top of hers briefly. "It'll get better, I promise." he whispered softly, gave her a quick lick on her cheek before withdrawing.

"We should go, can you walk? You can lean on me if you want." he might be a viking and harsh to others but he wasn't evil. Especially not to those he sworn to protect. Scandinavians were often known for their heartless and merciless attitudes and because they didn't fear death. However little had seen their loving side.

He walked over to her and pressed himself against her side, "Lean on me, it'll hurt less." he told her, his tail gently brushing the tip of hers encouragingly.

The young ivory prince began walking slowly forward, he would have liked to walk a lot faster at his own pace but knew that Raven would probably fall and he didn't want her to get hurt yet. She was hurt enough already, by the wounds he had inflicted on her, he wasn't sorry for that. He hadn't been taught to feel sorry for those who deserved punishment but he decided not to punish her just yet.

"Are you alright?" he asked her after he walked for quite sometime already. He had no actual destination in his mind.

"I am well." he flashed her one of his smirks, cerulean blue eyes gleaming with amusement as he gazed at her. "Are you sure, Hrafn? I'm pretty sure you aren't really well with a bunch of wounds all over your body." he said casually as if that happened often, and to him it did. He felt as if he had a million scars decorating his ivory body and he was only the age of one and a half years. That was a life of a viking in his natal pack.

He moved forward, gaze determined but making sure that Raven could keep up too. Vikings weren't totally heartless people, they loved too and they sure protect their families even if they were ruthless, merciless and brutal in other ways.