Stavanger Bay vikings mourn their dead

Sure. c:

“In it's own way; though Ravensblood Forest's beauty is more haunting than Stavanger Bay. The trees have a red sap that comes from within them and there are old stories about ravens ...but to my people ravens are not a bad omen,” No, a raven meant the Allfather was watching; though the Allfather was always watching. “Any glimpse of a raven from near or far could be Huginn or Muninn, Oðinn's ravens.” Thought and Memory. It was how he was all seeing and all knowing, though Yggdrasil had played it's part. “His favor is rare and it is a great honor.” Gyda explained to Krypton in the simplest way she knew how, attempting to mimic how Ragnar had once spoke similar words to her when she was but a child. Those memories seemed so long ago — a lifetime ago — for the viking queen, blessed by Frigga and Freyja was almost old enough to bear her own children. She had not given it much thought until lately but she had no intentions of simply settling just because she wished to be a mother, should Frigga bless her.

She was no where near finding a suitable mate, let alone a love like Ragnar and Thistle had once shared. “I heard most wolves fear it.” But not her, and if she could gather wolves to follow her into seeing her dream a reality Gyda would make sure that they would not fear it, either.