Stone Circle clean the stables of king augeas

She’s sure the confidence flees her stance, tail lowering and ears dipping immediately in respect of the familiar voice that booms behind her. She’s wracked with guilt and utterly deceitful in that moment as she turns to greet Gunnar with a gentle push of reverent nose to his shoulder.

But this is for you, too. For the protection of your cubs. For Kvarsheim.

She returns her focus to the strange man, recovering coolly even as her chest coils tight like a snake choking her ribs.

“Ingram, here. A keeper of gods and prophecies,” she introduces with slight waver upon her voice.

“And of borders, perhaps. I was thinking with Germanicus routinely at range, another Kappi could be useful. He is looking to join us.” She dips her head and stands aside for Faðir to make his determination.

Her eyes flick to Ingram’s impassive stare, waiting for him to call her out- or keep her in confidence.