easy to find what's wrong

Björn’s ability to take what he thought should have belonged to him was deep rooted into his DNA, with years of raiding from the packs around Odinn’s Cove to finely hone such skills. His confidence in the fact that they would have the forest whether anyone else cared or not, was found in the Berserker’s lack of moral compass alone. He didn’t care if anyone else cared, their needs and desires meant nothing to him. His focus was upon his own pack and their needs. “Have you considered just relocating to the Forest entirely? If we stay in what is left of the Ridge’s territory we might run into the risk of another landslide, or mudslide.” Björn suggested to her, peering at her from the corner of his eye before they refocused their icy depths back upon the path before them. He, being a creature that held no emotional attachment to land maybe did not understand the potential sentiment that could be found there, but nevertheless did not dwell too much upon it even as he awaited her response to his suggestion.

“You can have a big group of wolves with things in common, if they believe in the same thing. If they participate as a whole,” Odinn’s cove had been a big pack, most believing in the Gods, others believing in their own. Some were captives, others were slaves and most were free men and women either having already earned their rite of passage a time ago or were working towards theirs; but then again the Cove was generations old. “I suspect only the Gods truly know that.” Björn murmured in response to her little speech regarding the future.