Northstar Vale a chest filled with diamonds and gold

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“Maybe I will,” He knew his father's throne sat empty — lest that had been the last word anyone had heard about the late Jarl but the distance between Eldingar and Teekon was vast and by the time news reached the Vikings that conquered the Valley it was old news to the wolves of Teekon Wilds — but he knew he needed more accurate information, needed to catch himself up and investigate the going-on's before determining his next step and that could take months. Winter would be upon them in a few weeks time, Rigr knew (if the chill in bitter air was of any indication) and he never had considered himself to be a impatient beast. There was much work to be done but it would be wise to hunker down for the winter months, run with a pack as he gathered the knowledge he sought and would need. “It would be wise to settle for the veturinn...ah... vinter?" No, that didn't sound right. "Winter. Perhaps I will run with you for a while, if you will have me.” The truth was Rigr did not truly know what the future held in store for him. Only the Norns and Gods did.

Rigr watched as the pack moved in around him, sniffing him, one clamping his jaws around Rigr's marred muzzle, while another went for his rump. The invasion and swarm left the hyper-vigilant devourer on edge but he was submissive and complacent for them to investigate as they desired. It was their way but Rigr could not deny that it left him feeling exposed (though that was the point, more or less). The male he had noticed earlier approached next, dominant in posture, and Rigr submitted for him as well, tucking his ears, head and tail to a subservient posture recognizing and acknowledging the one eyed (as to whom Rigr thought of Odin upon instinct) male as his superior as the other male explored and passed his scent to him.

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