The previous day had brought with it well…unexpectedness. At first the eldest son had not been sure what to make of her. She didn’t say much and he had taken the name his parents had gifted her and tucked it away for safe keeping and had studied her with about as much discreetness as the a child Ein’s age could muster. Ragnar had told Gyda, him and Sköll in Norse that she had been injured and that they were to be careful with her. Sköll had left shortly after his parents had returned which had bummed Ein out a bit. He liked the painted tiny Viking, liked listening to his stories. They weren’t as cool as Ragnar’s bed time stories but he was odd and Ein felt attached to him in a way that was similar to his father’s own attachment to Sköll’s father. The following morning he had felt her snuggle closer to him and his siblings, though in true big brother fashion he had wedged himself between them and her just in case.
The warmth of her body had left and Ein and shoved his muzzle on Ragnar’s leg in his half asleepness intending to stay like that for a good deal longer. That was until Junior stuck her face in the den and screamed in an alarm clock like fashion about getting up and something about a party. Ein blinked a few times at the dimness of the den, hating that he was now awake as Ragnar muttered something about her screaming being loud enough to put Thor to shame, before he slipped back into slumber having been up most of the night keeping an eye on the Bay’s captives. Ein sighed heavily against Ragnar’s fur before he got up and trudged to the mouth of the den, squinting at her. “Vas vrong vith sleeping?” Ein asked her before a big yawn split his muzzle in two before his teeth clinked together sharply as it snapped closed. He refused to pronounce English words correctly playing like he had an accent like his father when in reality he just really liked Norse better but knew that not a lot of wolves outside of his family spoke it so he begrudgingly learned English as it was forced upon him.
