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| If anything her loud and crass manners reminded the Viking astutely of his home and the wolves he had grown to know there. Ragnar glimpsed up from Junior briefly to scan the territory beyond for any sign of danger out of nothing more than sheer habit. When he found nothing he contentedly looked back to the Bay’s guest chuckling softly as her whole body wiggled with her apparent joy at his explanation of Berserkers and Shield-Maidens. She yelled that her mother’s name was ‘Hotguy’ and snickered a little to himself at the consideration that someone had named their child ‘Hotguy’ and a female at that. As it was, he didn’t know any Hotguy (actually didn’t know her mother period).
Deciding that was all he was likely going to get from her, at least at the current moment, and with the realization that it gave him literally nothing to go off of on the mission of attempting to find out where she was from and giving her back to her parents, let the issue drop. The scarred Northman’s eyes softened slightly and his snicker morphed into another small smile when she placed her front paws on his leg begging him to teach her. Learning from an actual Shield-Maiden might have been better but since they were fresh out of actual shield-maidens so his Berserker training would have to suffice (minus the ingestion of the mushrooms). "Ok, ok," The Viking gave in with a coy smirk tugging at the edges of his lips. "Why don’t you tell me or show me what you already know about being a warrior or shield maiden." He suggested, figuring that determining what she already knew would make his decision on what to teach her a little easier. |