Stone Circle Dögun

She, too, appraises the wolves who are with them. Ikaros, Skald, Inkeri, Gunnar. Four strong, and five, counting herself. Perhaps six, if Ulfhild was not far, and was able to heed the call. Enough to stalk, chase, flank, strike. Taktuq wonders and worries for Gunnar's leg - but she trusts he will be wise in his judgment of how he might be involved in this hunt. He is still capable, after all - but he has confided in her many times how much his age has caught up with him.

It has been long since we've been able to hunt as family together, Taktuq is stirred by Tauris' enthusiasm, and her youthful declaration reminds the Modir that she, too, shares a likeness in this. She is yet young, matured only by life and responsibility. She will carry these things with her through the hunt and so care for those in her care -- but she cannot deny the excitement of the prospect of forging a celebration -- perhaps even a tradition -- between the packs of the Valley. Let us hunt, and let us celebrate! And even if the elk today is only big enough for Kvarsheim, there is no reason we cannot rally the packs together again on the longest day to celebrate the turn of the season, and the births of those we have welcomed and are welcoming into our Valley.

Had she not told Akavir this had been her prayer all along? To have peace in the valley, with every pack that settled here. And though the marsh witch threatened this, these moments reminded her that they were stronger than the threat of one. You will lead the way? a request and an invitation for Tauris to take hold of her mantle of Nordir.