Sleepy Fox Hollow the wonder that keeps the stars apart

Wardruna is pleased that Sif simply accepts it. That she doesn’t appear to be bothered about the kind of life she’s signed up for. It’s so vastly different from any experience he’s had before or even witnessed with thralls — even the ones that had been given their freedom. Offering the choice, the northerner realizes now, makes all the difference. She lets out a soft giggle after her voices his concern about the pond and potential future pups and his ears twitch as he follows her deeper into the territory, enjoying the sound of her giggle as it lingers in the air. Trees with white bark began to appear, growing in numbers the further in she leads him and when they pause he moves to stand before her, his functioning eye flickering over the narrow hole she presents to him. He bows his head slightly to inspect it further, ghosting closer to the abandon den’s mouth and Sif. It is too small for all of them and he feels compelled to speak up when he hears the tinge of doubt in her tone. “We find use of it,” He assures her in the Northern tongue. “but we should look for some place bigger for us all to den in.” Wardruna murmurs with a slight nod when she mentions looking for something better. He knows that there may be a chance they will have to build something big enough to accommodate all of them with plenty of space left overs but perhaps, Wardruna considers, they may get lucky enough to find something that would suit their needs.