Bearclaw Valley return

"Hva?" Sif demanded, peeling herself away from Wardruna's chest with righteous indignation writ across her face. If she'd not wanted to be Wardruna's wife, she certainly wouldn't have returned to him! "Auðvitað!" Her face fell into a sullen, stony epxression. "Þú efast um mig, Waar? I come baack." Just as quickly, her words turned gentle and wheedling. She leaned forward to comb her teeth through the fur of his cheek. "I come baack. Stay longer."

She felt badly, now, for staying away so long. Sif hadn't meant to, exactly, but her trip to the taiga had turned into a trip to the coast, and her trip to the coast had turned into a stay, and her stay had turned into a journey - next time, she'd plan better. She'd not let others waylay her. "Neste gang vil jeg ikke være borte så lenge," she assured him, moving to clean the eye boogies from the corner of his damaged eye - she'd yet to realize it might be a sensetive area for him.