Horizon Ridge I Never Had

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It was easier to garner unease by being the opposite of one expected, Björn had found through the years, despite that he had always been quiet and extremely soft spoken. Not very Viking-esque at all. Or at least, not what everyone tended to expect from a Viking, at any rate. It made him stand apart from his boisterous brothers, isolating him from being the absolute favorite of his parents. Indeed, one had favored the original Björn and the other had favored Váli and the only time Ragnar was proving himself was on the training grounds and further, the battlefield. The lack of favoritism towards him no longer mattered for Björn was above holding grudges. Eikr had favored the wrong brother and had died for it. It was as simple and final as that. The other male stated that he, too, was from the North, and idly the Viking found himself wondering how far. Had they been neighbors? Or were they leagues apart in the frozen tundra? “Another Northerner,” Björn managed a smile of kinship, though he was not sure if he or the other man truly felt it yet. The kinship Björn felt with Pump, Thistle, and Kennedy had been crafted at mother nature’s hand.

This male was still new to the Viking, though his opinions upon him would probably come to matter when Björn approached Pump once more about the Beta rank, but nevertheless, there was time to mend rifts created by unease in time. "Well, I should get to patrolling the borders," Björn remarked softly then, inhaling deeply before letting it out as he limped a few paces to the right before he paused, "Would you join me?" As it was, the Viking was in no fit state to fight if on the odd chance someone or something tried to make a break into their territory and sometimes two sets of eyes were better than one.