Dawnlark Plains beware

He had never seen Redd like this. Shaken; visibly so.

Words were never her way, and he finds himself unable to say anything either.

The Berserker’s expression softens. He walks toward her, warmly embracing her with his chin upon her shoulder, if she did not shy away.

It felt foreign, in a way. Redd had always been cloaked in an impermeable layer of stoicism that he couldn’t rival. He rarely saw her cracks; but they were there, of course. The stress was mounting on her.

And soon they are joined by Ulfhedinn. He turns, regarding the man with a woof.

He sees the tension on his brow. The anxiousness was palpable.