Holding onto ties that vanished

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Though demure was not something Muninn Frostfur could claim that he was often - at least in the modest sense of the word - yet still there were a few, albeit measurably rare, moments in which he could honestly say that he felt, modest. Not exactly in the shy, backwards extremity as Hugin was. No, Muninn could not be considered shy or backwards, having gained a (sometimes) narcissistic sense of self awareness, and liked to make his presence known, whereas Hugin - despite technically being the “older” twin - had always been, almost to the point of aggressiveness, content with hiding in Muninn’s shadow. Which, looking back at it now, Muninn couldn’t help but find Hugin’s stubborn unwillingness to leave Venia Dei …surprising. Whose shadow had he reverted to being, Muninn wondered. Was he now Isi’s shadow? Isi was their Patriarch, had been legendary to his children growing up. There had never been any doubt that Isi was as great a warrior as Phoebe boasted him to be. Fierce, gruff, but lovingly protective and docile with his children and wife, Isi had been aspiring to Muninn. Yet, old age had begun to claim his life, little by little - though still appearing strong, he was not the fighter he had once been; not with arthritis so intense that it all but crippled him on his worst days. The thought, absent though they were in Chakra’s presence, was saddening to Munin - and though he hardly wished to admit it - the fact that he understood his father was dying (despite how his children liked to claim he was as immortal as the mighty Thor Phoebe compared him too in her stories) and Muninn had not wanted to see it. Did not want to have his memories of the Huntsman, aging but still youthful ruined by the images of pain and suffering.

Claws raked the cold, hard earth beneath the snow slightly as he flexed his toes, bringing him out of those horrid thoughts he had ran away left Venia Dei to dispel. Of course, Muninn was not so naive to think that just because he couldn’t see it - didn’t mean it wasn’t happening, but still. While he was lost, however briefly, in his thoughts, Muninn had failed to notice Chakra’s assessment of him, though eyes of liquid gold focused back upon his new leader when she began to move closer to him, closing the distance. For a split second, there was confusion, though there was no hostility in her movements, though the confusion vanished abruptly when he felt her tongue glide across his muzzle in a greeting of a platonic nature. A soft, perhaps coy smile tugged at the edges of his muzzle when she spoke of being able to agree with the policy. He had rather thought that she would, if he was being honest, because he simply couldn’t imagine a leader that would let wolves mooch off of them and other pack-mates. Wolves like that were like a disease to Muninn and needed to be purged. Pack’s did not need dead weight - especially not in the harder months, such as winter. And one dead weight tended to attract more; at least, that was his general experience with “dead weights”. Isi had not tolerated wolves of that nature and would send them on their way. Very rarely had he ever been forced to kill a wolf - though if he had too, it was likely kept from the youngest children for the simple fact of not wanting to frighten them - and Muninn was one of the three youngest.

"I can, and I without a doubt am finding it comfortable," Muninn spoke honestly, pausing to glimpse around them quickly before his attention returned back to Chakra in full. "Neverwinter is a majestic place," Muninn inhaled deeply and let it out in an expel of breath, that rose from his leathery, black nostrils in a furl of white steam. "It reminds me somewhat of the forest I grew up in.” Which, was likely why his homesickness was not all that terrible; and realistically, if he could have convinced Hugin to come with him, while he would miss his parents and other siblings still, he probably wouldn’t find himself missing Venia Dei - even though he was beginning to get over his initial homesickness.

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