move on through

It was in relative silence that she finished out the rest of their meeting. Like most adults, Ragnar presented her with a few dictations -to which she nodded in agreement. As she had previously insinuated, Chrysanthemum had unending confidence in Nerian, and would no doubt divulge her encounter with the Jarl as soon as possible. Not because she required reassuring but because it was normal, something she especially desired. Of course, Chrys had no way of knowing the underlying tension that existed between the two adult wolves, and honestly she was happier for it. The last thing that she needed was to develop concern over Nerian's wellbeing when she herself was still so far from well. Perhaps somewhere down the line they would gossip about those sorts of feelings -as girls frequently did- but for now her ignorance was one of bliss.

Standing when Ragnar seemed ready to go, she escorted him to the would be exit door of their modest area. Chuffing a simple farewell, she wagged her tail before squinting at the sun in turning back to her toy and the peaceable activity of waiting for her benevolent maid.