Sea Lion Shores the halls of our fathers

you're getting all my awkward posts as I work my way into her characterization, lmao

Though unused to getting what she wanted, her ability to hold herself with a fierce pride usually granted her the benefit of being taken seriously- at least at first. So when the other began to chuckle, she heard it as a snigger. "Why are you laughing?" Ragna demanded, her ears drooping in embarrassment. She could only imagine that the wolf was laughing at her. "I am serious. Other wolves would call him Alpha. That is Jarl." The idea that the banded wolf only found the word amusing was a small comfort. Oldest of her brothers, the title was her birthright. At least, it should have been.

"Who is the Levi-Leviathan?" she asked, the strange word unwieldy to her tongue. The squatter king that claimed her home, no doubt. Again, she kept her poison to herself.

Of course she was proud, she had every reason to be. Her father had been great, she was sure of it. And now, as the eldest of his children (that she knew of), his legacy was hers to carry. A weighty thing it was, but she longed for the burden.

She listened to him try her title with patience, a patience not often afforded to her when she struggled with words. Shieldmaiden. "It means that I protect," she informed him. It was a role she had had to grow into, a title she was still trying to live up to. "I have," Ragna answered. She was a blooded warrior, but had yet to kill. He didn't need to know that. And now he asked about her father, and she said without grief, "he is dead. He feasts now at Odin's table."