Emberflame Ridge oh wrap the ground around

the duo make it to the cover of the willows. it does not entirely shield them from the rain that falls bit it offers enough that they aren't being pelted by the rapid rainfall any longer. the leaves catch the very worst of it and though it makes wardruna nervous to linger beneath the willow trees in a lightening storm there is a small respite from the worst of it, at least. they are in close proximity now ...this small ember and himself. if she bore any pack scents his nose — filled with rainfall, wet earth, worms ( ick ), and the lingering scent of smoke that must be a permanent fixture of this particular ridge — is blind to it. she is visibly shivering and subtly the northman moves nearer to share his body heat with her. mona. it sounds simple enough to his ears but he isn't so sure mimicking it will yield results that sounds the exact same as the way she spoke it. "i am wardruna." he offers his own name to her in return.