Letters from No One [IC-Joining]

Aine tensed as she heard the words, the murder of Pump. Her eyes narrowed and her tail drooped lower for a moment before she closed her eyes. She hadn't known Pump that well, but she had seemed a respectable alpha, caring for her pack.

"May she rest in peace..." she said, before opening her eyes again, "Thistle is yer wife? Then ye must be Ragnar." She stopped herself. "My apologies, I had my suspicions that ye were Ragnar, but I just had te make sure..."

She thought before continuing. "I came in search of Thistle for an explanation... I seem te have found it." She thought about asking to join the pack, wondering if Ragnar would say yes.

But if I tried to leave without punishment for being so near his borders... Her mind turned. Her parents had told her of what northmen had did to those they raided... Some were kept for slavery, others killed, and still others... Nope, not even going to think about that one...

She looked up at Ragnar as if she was stepping on eggshells(which she probably was), waiting for him to reply.