Sleepy Fox Hollow the wonder that keeps the stars apart

because i am lazy and don't feel like google translating: all bolded speech in italics is "northern", lol.

Wardruna keeps pace with Sif, though he slows his own gait just enough to give her a bit of a lead as she takes him to the place she has discovered. As they leave behind Easthollow and venture into the Wilds she chatters at him, mostly in their shared tongue but occasionally she slips in and out of common tongue and he cannot hide the smiles that twitch and tease at the corners of his lips. Sif’s been busy, she scouted out a potential place for them and managed to recruit along the way. Wardruna is a bit surprised by the initiative that Sif has taken with this but nevertheless impressed. “Scars are proof that we survive.” The northerner remarks, picking that out of the bits and pieces that Sif offers him. He, too, has scars. The marred flesh around his eye, the hyphema, any many hidden by his thick pelage. She lets out a happy whine suddenly and his steps slow as she leads him to an outcropping that looks over the Hollow below, shyly adding that she hopes he likes it.

Wardruna’s ears swivel atop his skull as he peers at it with his functioning eye, taking in the sight that yawns out before him. He makes to brush his muzzle against her shoulder before he gives her a gentle, encouraging nudge and a rogue’s smile. “Show me around?” As per his means of presentation the words spill from betwixt his lips as a question but underneath it lay a challenge: show me why it is a good place for us. Wardruna’s never been particularly attached to any territory before, admittedly, and truly any territory will suffice so long as it offers them plenty of prey and fresh water sources but she obviously seeks his approval. He suppose he doesn’t actually need a tour; it appears from aerial view that it has everything he seeks but he’s in a playfully mischievous mood and he wants to make her work for it ( his approval, that is ) — just a little.