Lost Creek Hollow without you

Wardruna’s lips curl into a smirk as she counters him with a ‘we will see’ and an accompanying roll of her eyes at him. Proof that there is some fragment of something that still lives within her: that defiance seeps from some spark still burning within her, no matter how tiny. If her ghost of defiance is anything to him: she will be magnificent when she reanimates, when she is healthy and her fur and eyes shine once more. No doubt, Wardruna’s idea of a perfect thrall would be meek and utterly complacent but in truth that’s not what he sought, not truly. He wanted defiance, he wanted opinion, he wanted fire. He wanted companionship and in his mind all the ideal thrall is good for is physical companionship and that’s not what Wardruna wants.

“We will see.” He agrees succinctly, wondering whom will prove right in the end as the both of them seem confident that they are right. She sets her own conditions and he bares his teeth, a low hiss escaping his clenched jaw. That’s ok, he tells himself, but he will win this bet and he has how own conditions. “And if I am right you will be my þræll and let me nurse you to health.” He tells her, the fur at the nape of his neck ruffling with unease as he glimpses over his left shoulder to peer back at her, forgetting for a moment that his vision is gone in that eye. Adrenaline spikes his blood and his heart sprints in his chest for a second before he moves to the left so that when he glimpses over his right shoulder he can see her. Of course he can hear her footfalls but slows so that he matches her pace and then slows a little more so that she takes the lead. “I will guide you. Keep heading straight.” He informs, thinking that it is better this way so that he can keep his eye upon her for he is not so unsure that she would not attempt to slip away and his impaired vision and lack of coordination because of it would give her an advantage over him.

“What is your name?” He asks her then, ears alert atop his skull for both the sound of her voice or anything that he would assess as trouble.