Horizon Ridge I Never Had

Björn wasn’t unhappy, he was stoic by nature, brutish instead of peppy and happy. A happy-go-lucky Viking would have been a humorous thing to see, admittedly. Consequentially, Björn didn’t take kindly to the casual tossing of the word ‘pride’ as if it had anything to do with the matter at hand. Perhaps, in a small measure, it did in an essence, but it was also because Björn was actually being selfless and putting others before himself because that was what good leaders did, what he had done during his time as Jarl of Odinn’s Cove. He was not a leader in Horizon Ridge yet, but he was determined to show Pump and the others that he was worthy of it. “Your offer is generous I am not disputing that,” Björn paused inhaling and exhaling. “I am merely saying that there are others who need this more than me.” One of the injured, or even Thistle Cloud herself who had been working so hard to heal those that needed her medical attention. Her work and dedication should not have gone unnoticed despite that it was momentarily shadowed by the grander scale of the injured.

Moving on, Björn gave a nod when the other confirmed that he was, indeed, new. “I joined a few weeks ago but I have shed blood, and shared a great tragedy with these wolves,” In a way, this created a kinship with Horizon Ridge he would not have felt otherwise. This made him want to protect them, to see them prosper and flourish where if he had come even a day later he would not have, logically, cared, unaffected by the landslide that had claimed the lives of those unaccounted for and brought with it great pain and grief. “Because of this I feel like I have known them for many years.” Even though that was not the case.