Dawnlark Plains blinding light raging down from the sky

The older male assured Jorunn that he hadn't been planning on eating him; but Jorunn was understandably skeptical. With the memory of the bear coming towards him, time after time even after Atreyu had intercepted was not something that he would easily be forgetting any time soon, if he ever truly forgot it. A Viking the young legend might have been but he was still a child; and he was frightened. He might not admit it, might have convinced himself to conceal and don't feel but he was terrified. Not only had he nearly been a snack to a bear but he had woken up on some strange shore and now was ...on some other planet or something. This was not the world that Jorunn Eitri had known, absent of the presence of all he had loved, of fresh food and security that he'd taken blatantly advantage of. The adventures it offered him were vastly unknown and he wasn't sure what to make of it, yet. Other than he wasn't a huge fan of picking at rotten left overs. If he never had to eat rotting meat in his life again he'd be content.

The male asked him who his parents were. “Uhm,” He stalled for a moment, panic gripping him when he realized that he'd never actually paid attention to Thistle's name. He simply knew her as: mama. “Mama,” He offered, unhelpfully and paused again, muzzle scrunching as he thought of the name of the man that had sired him. He'd heard it plenty of times even if he felt nothing associated with it. "Ragwar!” He was proud of himself, for a moment, when he remembered Ragnar's name (even though his pronunciation was questionable). “He's is dedded.” Jorunn informed Scimitar, his pride falling and his shoulders slumped.

For now, it seemed the sea had made an unwilling orphan out of Jorunn Lodbrok.