Northstar Vale a chest filled with diamonds and gold

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Though she did not linger mounted for long, though he felt her weight slide off of him as she dismounted, the humiliation still seethed and writhed beneath his skin. If there was anything to be gained from it she seemed pleased at the very least, her words only confirming Rigr's assumption. Behave was a subjective word to the viking, really in terms of his behavior it ...depended. In this situation, driven by his desire to preserve his life and that bizarre aura of someone worthy of his respect: he behaved. Most of the time he would probably argue that to most wolves his behavior was ...atrocious. Barbaric. In this, he knew no different. He was a product of culture and faith, albeit the darker side of those. The devourer offered her no words, instead, his ears rising from his skull where they'd lain, attentive as they thrust forth atop his crown to show that she had his attention as she spoke to him once more.

First, she offered to escort him through her claim, until they reached a certain point and he would be on his own. Though it was originally all that he sought from her, most fascinatingly, she continued on, her second offer a sly suggestion that he could stay and socialize, adding that her pack would probably like to meet him. At first, Rigr was suspicious, unaware of the customs of these wolves. Did she truly mean socialize? Or was the offer hiding malicious intent? It struck the Northman as unlikely, if only because she could have called the wrath of her warriors down upon him. If she had wanted to attack him she'd been in the prime place to do it as he allowed her to mount him. One of her greatest opportunities to mount an attack on him had came and passed. “And what would we talk about?” He inquired the common tongue words heavy and thick as they spilled from betwixt his lips, hinting subtly at his interest. He wasn't ...opposed. It might even be wise to lay low, at least he could find out which of his half siblings he would have to kill to claim Ragnar's throne for his own. But he was in no current position to claim anything and Rigr knew that. What she offered beyond simply escorting him on his way might prove to be worth his while and he was intrigued.

Bi-colored gaze had taken note of the male that stood a good distance away, watching, but he paid him little mind, intent to focus upon Saena.

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