Blacktail Deer Plateau Will of the dragon

“It is,” The stoic viking offered simply at her observation. Freyja's Moor had not been his pack but it had been the place of his birth and thus had been his home. The ebony dragoness spoke that she was delighted by his words and Frostrar felt his lips tug ever so slightly into a smirk. It made sense to him that this was the case ...after all his acceptance of her offer benefited the both of them. He was another warm body in her ranks, capable and if she played her cards right loyal. He was admittedly skeptical of these summer wolves but thus far he had not seen any indication that spoke that she did not have the rare potential to earn his trust. Red gaze rose to study the mountain range in the distance when she spoke that their claim would be on that range. He was contemplative as he studied it, scarred lips twitching once before his gaze slid back to rest upon her.

“I will.” His soft albeit accented voice consented to her condition. In truth, he had no reason not to stick close to the range she intended to claim. He was tentatively aware of the family he had in these Wilds and yet ...he had no desire to truly seek them out. Not yet, anyway. He had more important priorities at this point. He would make his presence known to them in time but for now the Jarl was contented to bide his time and he saw no better way to do that then to aid Asterr in her desire.