Horizon Ridge I Never Had

Björn tolerated the topic chance, accepting it with a gruff silence that was typical for the Viking. When the male spoke his question, Björn turned it over with careful consideration in his mind, scarred and unscarred ears slicking back slightly before they cupped forth in contemplation. The question was a heavy one, indeed, and for a moment the Savage studied the man wondering, though knowing he would never ask and therefore would never gather an answer, where the question had came from. As far as the opposite gender, in Björn’s culture there was no such thing as ‘fairer sex’. The Shieldmaidens were not seen as weaklings because they weren’t. They were trained in the art of war and could fight beside the men, as good in battle as men were. In a lot of ways, females in the Viking culture were thought of as equals. Only slaves were truly considered possessions. Shieldmaidens bore them strong sons and daughters, nursed their wounds, and looked after the children and while to a degree they had to remain obedient to their husbands, it worked both ways, as well, or so Björn had seen. He had never taken a Shieldmaiden as a wife, or even a pet. So, did he think Pump could lead them? Yes, he did. Did he think she had what it took? He without a doubt did.

“You ask a loaded question,” The Viking began, lips splicing so his words could spill forth. “I do not know much of her but from what I’ve observed she is strong, powerful, and seems capable of making the hard decisions,” All of which were needed in a good leader. “She is a worthy Shieldmaiden to lead us, yes.” Björn spoke, turning piercing and guarded eyes towards the other man, wondering if they question stemmed from doubt. If he did doubt Pump, Björn was ready to defend her.