[j] run to the edge of the world

To Sveið’s great disappointment, it was not Ragnar that had came to greet her. The shield maiden understood that there was potentially a number of reasons for it, maybe he was busy hunting, or scouting other territories, or even sleeping. Despite the wave of slight displeasure that crashed over her in a sudden wash she kept it dutifully off of her face as the ebony, hybrid female approached with bristled hackles and raised tail. Minty blue-green irises swept over her for a moment trying to decide if she was the Alpha or a guardian before the shield maiden complied and lowered herself in submission, unable to help herself wishing desperately that Ragnar would make an appearance onto the scene. She did not need his good word to get her into the pack, of course, she was very capable of doing things for herself, but still it would have been nice to see a familiar face so far from the Cove. Granted, it had been Sveið’s own choice to leave the Cove because she could not stomach Sif nor the power drunk fool of a younger brother Váli that Ragnar had let in charge while he fulfilled Odinn’s commands.

The hybrid woman was extremely blunt, her words carried on a growl. State my business or get lost, Sveið played with the command simply. The threatening and dominate stance, despite Sveið’s willingness to comply into submission, did not in fact, intimidate or scare the shield maiden. For a moment she considered asking for Ragnar but stilled her tongue before it could form and push from betwixt her lips. “I am here seeking a home within your pack,” Assumptions were made based on what she had to work with that the ebony female before her was the leader. “and an old friend who I have scented along your borders.” Sveið spoke her voice accented heavily, stating the truth simply.