Wapun Meadow rain fell and collected in the hollows of their palms

wardruna follows poet's scent with concise purpose to find her though the northerner masks it behind a leisurely pace. addie's prolonged absence has not fallen beneath wardruna's notice but by the time he noticed that she was gone and thought anything might be abnormal about it her scent had faded and there was nothing for him to follow. he is left to assume that she decided to leave — which was not entirely unexpected. his treatment of his ex-thrall during her time as his slave had not been anything that would deem the savage as 'gentlemanly'. her absence leaves a pain in his chest that he does not want to come face to face with and thus he smothers and drowns it in the wives that are left to him: Sif and Poet. He's spent time with Sif recently, speaking with her of making their 'marriage' an official mateship, and today he seeks out the ex-priestess to check on her.

it is not long before he finds her with a bundle of some type of plant ( flowers/herbs/medicines was never his forte ) between her teeth. seeing her soothes an unrest that had been fidgeting beneath the cage of bone and sinew in his chest and he breathes an inaudible sigh of relief. "poet," he coos in his lilting accent in greeting as he saunters towards her like a male lion approaching one of the women in his pride. as wardruna draws nearer he will attempt to brush his muzzle against her's if she allows the touch whilst being careful not to disturb the bundle she carries.