Bearclaw Valley return

Wardruna lets out a soft, pleased rumble that lingers in his chest as Sif pushes her face into the fur there. She responds that she does not know and as she explains about her brothers — that one has followed and one remains wandering somewhere, Wardruna deciphers as his wife switches through languages and that presumably the one wandering can teach her about her family — and the knot of anxiety that has twisted up in his throat gradually loosens. Not much but it is enough to allow the passage of the cold, biting air into his lungs. He still feels uneasy, abruptly face to face with the realization that he doesn’t want to lose her. Wardruna draws nearer as she speaks her request in the plush fur of his chest, pressing his muzzle first against her nape and then preens the fur he finds there, drawing tongue against the wispy tendrils. His experience with women is limited to his interactions with the thralls of Jötunn’s Spine: and there had been no affection, no love there. Only feral desire and assertion of dominance. So, essentially, no experience at actual relationships. His feels for Sif were not gradual as his feelings for Addie: with Sif it had been a hard and fast fall. He feels a sudden wave of deja vú though the wife pressed against him remains, yet, undecided. “Do you want to be my wife?” He inquires ( because he does not think he ever actually asked her, in some context he used it as an answer to a question she had asked him ) next, smoothing another tendril of fur with his tongue knowing that her response to it would help him in deciding what to do when she made a decision …if that decision did not involve staying at Bearclaw Valley.