Cerulean Cape In an upside down world, floating in a pineapple

the female speaks to him, breaking the silence his chuff left in it's wake. kjalarr studies her from afar, content not to close any of the distance between them. she calls him a sight for sore eyes and claims that the gods have blessed this land. for a moment, kjalarr is not sure whether she is being sincere, jesting or outright mocking him. he'd been handsome once. before war touched him and left it's marks upon his body. this doesn't bother him. each was proof that he survived. each carve into his flesh only proved to the allfather that he deserved to join his father and daughters in valhalla. one day. kjalarr offers no comment, taking her first words spoken to him with a grain of salt regardless of their meaning. she introduces herself and her avian companion — his gaze flickers momentarily to the bird before it flickers back to the wolfdog who called herself kai. "kjalarr." the northman offers her shortly after she wraps up her introductions. it is a simple introduction, minus his father's legacy and minus his own. the addition of Skrælingjar would come when he's built something substantial that is deserving of his legacy.