A place to call home (border acceptance)

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Border patrols had become significantly easier and less tiring with every day that passed. At the end of each patrol he did not have to limp himself back to the community den area suppressing exhaustion of the mending sinew beneath the scab that covered the wound in his shoulder, nor the pain. Neither of these things were anything Björn would ever complain about - he was a Viking, he was used to these things, but still, it was nice. Plus it, hopefully, meant that Thistle wouldn’t about piss herself every time she caught him pushing himself. Of course, he deserved her lectures because he was pushing himself - and frankly had been - even when he really had needed to rest. That was why he had gotten the delusional fever and resulting infection previously. The gash, in comparison to the time he nearly died, was nothing, but the young medic of the Ridge fussed over him nevertheless and Björn found that, while, slightly annoying at times, he without a doubt enjoyed her attentions (even if they weren’t the exact attentions he had first hoped to receive from her).

It was on his sweep of the southern borders, nearing the sacred lands of Ravensblood Forest - Odinn’s forest as he now fondly thought of it - when the howl rose stretching on longer than was necessary. Yet, that was simply because Björn knew he was close at hand while the stranger at the borders did not. It did not take Björn long to reach the place where the howl had risen from, confirmed as it was by the lone female’s scent and yet no wolf was visible to Björn. Lips curled back from his teeth as his tail lashed viciously behind his hind legs, wondering, for a brief moment, if this was a trick of Loki’s. No, surely Loki would not dare to play such a joke so close to Odinn’s sacred lands, even the greedy god was not so unwise. There was dominance and impatience in the Viking’s stance as his icy eyes scoured the lands for the wolf who had called him and seemingly disappeared. A sharp, demanding bark pushed forth from betwixt Björn’s lips summoning the loner whom would either show herself or the Warden would move on.