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“Then we will take part of the Forest,” Björn spoke with a errant shrug of his broad shoulders, as if to say that it wasn’t a big deal because it wasn’t - none of their neighbors were close enough to be allowed to care as far as Björn was concerned. “It is ours.” If Pump wanted too, they could even relocate entirely to the forest, but it did not sound like she was sold on that idea. In truth, it mattered little to the Viking. Land was just land and he held no emotional attachment to it. Her nasty grin surprised the savage a bit, but eventually he mimicked the action of it with an impish grin of his own. She told him to let the dead rest in peace, and though this discontented the Viking in him, wanting to give them the proper farewell that he would have bestowed upon his Viking kinsmen he let it go and did not push it only because they were not Vikings. Björn contemplated that her ideas of death and his were vastly different. “Then we are a very small pack.” And their lack of size was almost alarming. How did they function with so low of a number?