Sea Lion Shores the halls of our fathers

Lies! It was not a bad post at all! This one is very, very short, sorry! >o<

“Ragna” was infinitely preferable to “Shieldmaiden” for the young, stuttering wolf, and a rare smile flitted roguishly across his scarred lips as he repeated it. “Ragna,” he tested out slowly, the syllables falling so deliberately from his lips that the stammer had no time to take hold. He had expected, in all honesty, to dislike the female or be disliked by her — the Cairns were not skilled friend-makers, after all — but he found he enjoyed her company. “Y-Your f-f-father’s god,” he repeated carefully, with a thoughtful nod of his head. “You d-d-do not w-worship the s-same?” The thought of not worshipping the Sea as his family did was completely alien to the boy — it was the most constant, reassuring thing he knew.