[j] run to the edge of the world

Going to toss Björn in here just because he would have recognized her voice but not going to count it for a warden thread (because I can't anyway :p)

Trepidation had the only reason why Björn had not immediately answered the call at the borders, recognizing the voice that had risen into the sky, the haunting tones that had been carried upon the wind to him where he was on the cusp of where the eastern and southern border met. As it was, he was inherently confused and curious as to why one of Odinn’s Cove’s best shield maidens was at the borders of Horizon Ridge. She had not called for him specifically, but he could not help that he alone was the reason why she was here now, that she had followed his scent trail for Björn had not specifically stated where he was going when he had announced to the Cove that he, at Odinn’s command was going south. As far as Björn was concerned he was still the reigning Jarl of the Cove with Váli just in his stead as temporary. There was a subtle fear nagging at the Viking’s stomach as he stood, deliberating, torn between ignoring it and answering it. There was no doubt that Pump had already beaten him to the shield maiden’s call. Would she mention him? And if she did, she would without a doubt call him Ragnar - which was not how these wolves knew him. He adopted his deceased, older brother’s name as a moniker to keep his son from catching wind of his presence, but if he were to say that, it would create an unnecessary suspicion that Björn didn’t want to have to deal with.

In the end, curiosity and the desire to protect the foundations he had began to build here, Björn headed in the direction of Sveið’s call. Admittedly, it had been some time since he had laid eyes on the girl, and had always dismissed her if only because she had beaten him in a few spars. It was almost a shock to Björn as he approached the scene - absently confirming that Pump had indeed beaten him to the punch and was currently challenging Sveið to give her a good reason to accept her while threatening to chase her off if she didn’t present - how he had forgotten how pretty she was with her golden sand colored fur and those odd mocha colored toes that always amused him. Eyes narrowed, inherently disliking how the ebony woman spoke to his subordinate but Björn hid his annoyance knowing that his past did not matter nor count here in these posh lands, plus his respect for Pump kept his wicked tongue at bay. “You won’t have to feed her nor care for her. She is more than capable of providing for herself and others,” Björn interjected. “By no means am I saying make it easy for her to get in, but I can and will vouch for her personally,” Björn even in these posh summer lands with no power or real title still felt the need to look out for his, and she was one of his.

“Sveið,” The Viking greeted the Shield Maiden. There were many questions in his eyes as he held her gaze, but they would be asked at a later date, when he could get her alone.