Cerulean Cape if i had a voice

Only if you wish to hear about mine, little poppy. His grin was wicked and wide, a low, gravelly laugh rattling his chest. Their clan was a hedonistic one, the fulfillment of the body's desire an encouraged one, though he was yet careful about who he formed such a bond with. He had gotten close with a few but before he could sire any northerners of his own, he and his brother's hringja had called them away and thus, severed whatever bonds had been forged.

Her explanation of Kigipigak's location was stored, tucked away for further use, her last statement giving him some lead in to give voice to the things he had been thinking prior to her raucous arrival. We are lucky to have you, sister mine. I never thought I'd see you again but my heart is warmed by your presence.