Bitterroot Valley on this earth not alone we stand

imrathil ventures ahead of him, limping as they breach into the boundaries of the teekon wilds. wardruna does not rush even when his ward's steps quicken. his pride of losing his wives ( despite that it was largely his own fault ) still stings despite that he spent his time licking those wounds as he nursed imrathil back to health. since his failed fight to the death where he lost but did not die, resulting in the scar, hyphema and blindness in and over his left eye and exile from jötunn spine for the rest of his life he has nothing and no one. nothing but his unwavering fury at the world ...and many times his gods. yet, he supposes sometimes they take pity on him in their own way. they took his wives from him but they gave him imrathil. even as broken as he'd been when the northerner had found him and pulled him into safety away from the furious bear's reach. and oh, how the mighty beast had bellowed and screamed in his fury at his loss. it was a fury to match ...if not out-match the once berseker's own. imrathil was family now.

it is not likely something that wardruna will forget and on principle he intends to stay far away from the mighty ursidae's presumed domain ...if he still lingers here. wardruna eventually catches up to imrathil, his single, functioning eye sweeping over him where his heavily scarred companion looks over his shoulder towards him. there is transparent and bitter disappointment in imrathil's expression. wardruna's ears taper back for a moment and he thinks that he should say something. communicating was never a strong point for the northerner, whom still struggles with common tongue.

"you are auðmýkja," wardruna muses as he steps to his companion's side. "ah...what is the word dis .... disa — point... disappoint?" it still does not sound right to him but his tongue is stubborn and does not want to form the word correctly; and somewhere along the line, the translation got crossed in wardruna's mind and while it landed in the general vicinity of words meaning a similar thing they are not the same. the common feels too heavy ( even after all this time ), too easy for him to get tongue-tied but it is a shared language ...and wardruna thinks 'disappoint' is close enough to what he means.