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Mordur paused for a moment. Had he really been freed? He maybe misheard Sasha. It made sense if he did, his English was rusty. Yes surely he misunderstood. He was still Sasha's. He waited in disbelief, about to ask what she had said, when she said it again. No longer her þræll. Mordur's face lit up with excitement. Free! Frelsi! Tail wagging, the small black wolf bowed his head. Ertu viss? þú ert að fara að vera ein. He said, shaking his head remembering she wanted him to speak English. You will be lone. He said sadly, knowing it would be hard without her. But this had been his dream since forever. Freedom.

He couldn't imagine freedom and yet here it was. What would he do next? Well first he would be himself. Sassy, jerky, bratty him. The flirtatious teenager with lots to say. He'd never been himself before, so this was going to be fun. That was what he'd do. Have fun. Hopefully Sasha could have fun without him. She would, he trusted her. He knew she would be ok. They would both be happy, but apart.