Ein wasn’t about to have a argument with Gunnar regarding as to the banshee status his brother had taken when he screamed mostly because Junior was a more pressing concern for him at the moment. There was a strange moment when Tveir vocally expressed that their guest was wrong for assuming she was the leader. That wasn’t to say that Ein was entirely pleased with having the title of ‘Ring Leader’ stolen out of his paws but facing facts she was older than him, bigger than him. And Ragnar had told them that she was a Gift from their Gods. Any gift from Thor automatically held variables of superiority over Ein. He had rolled his eyes, making his annoyance clear but he certainly wasn’t going to protest and he thwacked Tveir on the nose with his paw when his brother tried to pick a fight for him. He didn’t bother stating his displeasure at Tveir’s boldness (though he felt an immeasurable amount of pride that Tveir had declared him, Ein, to be leader) even if he didn’t need him speaking for him. He didn’t like to talk. It didn’t mean he was mute (heh, I thought the irony of that was kind of funny).
Junior answered his question with an ’I guess’ and a shrug and Ein settled for it because he had little other choice. She was their ring leader for the moment and Ein just wanted to explore. “Come ’Veir.” Ein shot him a half sheepish, half apologetic look having not meant to be so rough with him but he didn’t want Junior attacking him for Tveir’s outburst even though she had seemed to have let it roll off her shoulders. He looked to Junior with inquisitive milky blue eyes expecting her to take the lead.
