Blacktail Deer Plateau That Little Fallen Angel

Sage. It was a strange name to the northman whose siblings all bore Nordic names as their father before them, as their family line dictated. Kjalarr had never wondered if Thistle had ever had any say in their names, because from what he'd seen of Ragnar in his dreams and of the stories he had managed to wrangle from his mother before his abrupt departure from Moonspear the elder Loðbrok did not strike Kjalarr as the type to care. It had appeared to be very much “Ragnar's way or the highway” and though he was torn between thinking that surely that was the only way to accomplish anything in life (clearly) and thinking that one wolf wasn't always right and their way wasn't always the right way. Nevertheless who was he to challenge what had clearly worked for his father? 

When she divulged her issue to him it took all of Kjalarr's will power not to roll his eyes at her. He managed to keep a stoic mask upon his face, though it was a bit of a struggle to avoid the scoff that built within his throat. If you can't take the position then why do you have it? It sounded like the exact problem he didn't want to hear. He wanted nothing more than to be a leader — ever since he was old enough to scream and prance around he'd always taken on the role of “leader” and had often asserted his dominance over his littermates, even refusing to share food with them until he was caught. Her complaining about a privilege only served as an unwanted reminder of his (many) issues with Floki and Charon. “I do not know what you want me to say,” Kjalarr spoke simply, gaze locking upon her dark form. “You are a leader and you have a responsibility to the pack and it's wolves, and they will demand most of your time. That is the price for leading them,” Kjalarr offered a simple roll of his broad shoulders in a shrug.

“If it is your freedom you value most then you should step down.” He spoke honestly, not bothering to conceal how he really felt; because what was the point? She hadn't directly asked for his opinion (or blunt advice) but if she was fishing for sympathy from Kjalarr she would find herself horrendously disappointed and empty handed.