Northstar Vale beseige me

mine, mine, mine, as if the two of them that he saw before him — not including the watching stranger — were enough to defend the whole vale. it grates on his nerves but the northman bides his tongue: because he does not want to fight. he is outnumbered and knows his age gives him a disadvantage that even his brutality when fighting cannot entirely make up for. nevertheless, age allows him to see that it's not worth it.

though he is not comfortable turning his back upon her or her mate, he keeps a keen eye on her mate out of the corner of his eye as kjalarr allows himself to be escorted back out. backtracking annoys him even further, but it's not as if he'd been into the heart of the territory.

once out of the territory ( though, perhaps not out of the stern gaze of the male ), he looks in the direction of the watchful stranger in the distance; noting that she does not bear either of the pairs' scent upon her.