Ravensblood Forest the eye of odin

I think we could probably go ahead and fade this one. ^_^

They spoke no words to one another as they moved a sluggish, yet somehow cohesive unit back to Horizon Ridge. There was no reason to fill the void of silence with unnecessary words. Ragnar was not an overly talkative man by nature, and besides, there was nothing more to speak of. He was tired, and burning hot while being measurably cold, and he desired only to be allowed to sleep. Ragnar knew that if the grizzly bear decided to attack them for no apparent reason that he, while his chances would not have been good to begin with, admittedly, would be all but useless in terms of protecting her went. In hindsight he wouldn’t have, likely, even had the energy to put up a fight. Likely, this was the reason she seemed determined, her pretty face set in it, to see them back to the Ridge. For both of their sakes, at this point. It was only when the Ridge came into view that Ragnar found a small wisp of strength to push himself to walk with urgency to their homelands, eager to be allowed to finally collapse to the earth and shadows the birthing den they shared would give him and sleep until his strength was restored and the fever was burned out.