easy to find what's wrong

By no means do you&Pump have to accept his (and mine I guess) offer, lol, Björn's just that kind of creature (and I did offer to help and still will even if it's exclusively OOC if you need/want it.) :D

Björn had, after Thistle Cloud’s persistent urging, finally agreed to stay within the vicinity of the injured though there were not many of them, though there was not many members period it would seem. The fawn maiden, the hybrid maiden leader, the ebony man, himself, and another that had been floating about and unless the others were missing amidst the rubble, or lingering in hiding Björn had only counted five of them total. Possibly, there were more, there had to be, and perhaps like the once boy king they, too were lost. Whether or not the lost found their way back home mattered little in the grand scheme of things, Horizon Ridge had to move on, and as they recovered from this more would join them. The skin around his wound itched, frosted with the saltwater she - and he - had used to rinse it clean, though the paste the berries made under the rudimentary wrappings helped to soothe and heal. The fawn colored maiden seemed insistent on ’resting’ and most of the time - since he did not want another infection or delirium fever - Björn humored her, but he was could not sleep, or lie still forever. He was not that kind of man. As was with today - he sought the maiden leader, and was using his desire to speak with her purely in his favor to excuse the stretching of his legs, though Björn did what he liked anyway, he truly did not need an excuse.

The maiden leader herself was healing from some wounds and Björn was aware that she remained within the vicinity that they, as a pack, had all seemed to have taken too. The Nord soon found what he was seeking, appearing to be slumbering beneath a sequoia tree. If she was awake, she would see him as he approached her resting place with the annoying limp that came from the gash in his shoulder. Under Thistle’s care it was healing and his limp was not as heavy as it had been but it was still present in an irritating manner that screamed ‘I am weak, attack me here’. Björn would be fit for battle soon enough, would throw himself into battle at that second if he was needed too. Persistence reaped rewards, eventually. “You are our dróttning now,” Björn paused drawing his salmon pink tongue across his lips. “In the tongue of my people it means queen,” He explained assuming that she did not speak old Norse. “It is a great burden that has been thrust upon you.”

“I have a proposition for you,” Björn kept his eyes low and away from her face but he did not fear any ire he might receive. “It is not a trivial or easy task, I led for two years before my Gods saw me here. I think you are capable of great things, of bringing life back and getting this pack back to it’s feet. You don’t know me well, and I don’t know you well,” It was a mutual ground of unknowns. “but I would be willing to become your second in command if you ever find you need the support, or someone to enforce.” With his offer on the table, Björn stood there, scarred and unscarred ears thrust forth to listen for her response.

Normally wolves did not actively seek the Beta rank, and if they did they lacked the courage for fear of rejection to approach the alpha about it, Björn had found. Björn was not the kind of man to hide behind insecurities and fear. She could make a great ally in him, and Björn’s mind had been made if she rejected his offer be it here and now, or later on he would leave to start his own pack when he was capable. Rejection was not the end of the world, merely the closing of a door so another could open in it’s wake.