Blacktail Deer Plateau That Little Fallen Angel

For whatever reason his words had given Sage the motivation she had needed to return to her wolves and her rank though whether she kept to it or not Kjalarr could not say. It wasn't any of his concern, anyway. She said her goodbyes to him but the viking was stoic and did not give any sort of verbal response to her. She turned after she'd gotten a few feet from him to look at him over her shoulder, Kjalarr saw, and his shoulders rolled in a casual shrug. “Perhaps. Only the Gods truly know what's in store for us.” It was his belief that their Fates were determined by the Gods, and whether their paths would cross again or not was not up to him. He watched her vanish, presumably in the direction of her pack, before he turned and headed back to Saltwinter.