Horizon Ridge ~Singing softly to the empty night~

As was a nice change of what had become regular to Björn she did not ask him who Odinn was for she already knew. Björn offered her a small nod when she spoke, speaking of her hope that he was worthy of Odinn’s company. There was no need for Björn to speak but silently in the confines of his mind he confirmed that he did everything in his mortal power to be worthy of the Allfather’s attention, and favor. A seer had once told him that the Gods’ favor could change but Björn had no intention of letting himself slip off of their radar. “I have done everything the Allfather has asked of me,” Björn responded after a bit, feeling that there might have been a challenge in her words, but he did not allow himself to feel overtly threatened. He did not need to compete for Odinn’s favor having had ever since he could remember - when he had been a small pup suckling as his mother’s teat. The woman spoke of Freya, and for a moment Björn reflected upon the soft irony of that - both of them being lead by one another’s counterpart, but if she saw the irony in it as well, Nuka did not mention it and therefore neither did Björn. Likely, it was not of much importance, a sheer coincidence in a world that was strikingly full of them - coincidences.

Soon after Nuka had spoken of Freya Pump had arrived on the scene and Björn showed her the proper submission, brushing aside the strangeness of it. He had submitted before his time as Jarl, and this was no different. Pump addressed him and Björn spared a glimpse to Nuka briefly before his eyes settled back upon his dróttning, lips parting to respond to her inquiry. “This is Nuka,” Björn made the introduction before glimpsing back to Nuka, “Nuka, this is Pump, the Alpha.” Björn stated the obvious simply because it was what he felt compelled to do, before his eyes fell back upon the ebony hybrid. “She seeks a home with us for hers has been destroyed. I informed her that we have recently suffered a pack wide tragedy with the landslide and she informed me that she, like Thistle, is too a healer. Her talents will no doubt come in handy if you choose to accept her. I think Thistle has been running a little ragged to tend to everyone.” Likely not helped by Björn’s own stubbornness and dismissive take on the gash in his shoulder. As he thought about it, the muscles beneath the split skin jumped and his shoulders rolled as the urge to sate the itch with his teeth surged but was for the time being, ignored. With most of the information that Nuka had given to him passed on, the Viking fell silent, allowing Nuka to add anything she thought might assist her in her case, or for Pump to decide the ultimate verdict.

Which ever came first.