Bearclaw Valley return

sif misunderstands, he realizes, and argues that there should be more wives instead of less, reasoning that it would make their family big with lots of babies. wardruna smiles at her because he can't help it — her devotion to what they have built together is endearing and reassures him that he won't lose her. it reaffirms her words. "i think you misunderstand," he speaks to her softly, words nearly a purr as he preens the fur at her nape ( or where he can reach ) as she once more buries her face in the fur of his own neck. "i am not getting rid of my other wives," he pauses for a moment to consider a way he can better explain what he means. "i will keep the kvennabúr. and you will be a real wife, sif, but your ascension to official kona means that you will be my main wife. if i was a king, you would be the queen. does that make more sense?" he inquires, ending it with a quieted hum of inquiry.