With the woman in tow Laufey finally made it back to Yfir. He wasn't entirely sure how Katja would feel about his acquisition of yet another rogue woman, even if this situation was a bit different than the first. For one, this woman was conscious, and while she didn't seem particularly pleased with his decision to bring her to the pack she'd offered no resistance and walked with him freely. Perhaps in time he could bring her around and coax her into letting her misgivings go. "Here we are." He slowed to a halt just on the inside of the border and took a seat under the sheltering arms of a stocky fir tree to escape the frigid chill of the wind. While he intended to keep this woman he didn't think Katja would be too pleased with him taking her into the heart of the territory without the Drottin's consent. He was prepared to do some arguing if necessary; after all, his first catch had proven to be a bit of a druggy dud and while he loved his son, he regretted being so hasty. BUT this woman was different and he intended for their relationship to be different. She would be a productive member of Yfir. He was willing to teach her their ways and integrate her into the pack. After sending out a call to Katja, Laufey then settled down to wait. Turning his attention to the woman, he invited, "Come sit with me, the wind isn't so biting beneath the trees."

She had been correct in the statement that she was not going to be walking correctly for a while, and while she felt the difference it was unlikely an outside source would notice. After a bit of struggle to get off the ground her first few steps had been painful. Eventually she'd walked it out, good thing to with how long their journey would take. She didn't think he'd ever say those magic words but when Laufey announced they had made it she almost fell over from relief. It was cold, she was tired, and she felt like she had walked the whole of Alacritis.

While she had hesitated slightly the sound of his call would jostle her and his words would bring her more near. She had silenced her complaints, suffering quietly through out their journey. Now she would almost relax into his form as she used him and the pine tree as shelter from the elements. Her winter coat had better hurry in this year, she was already cold. "Mmm.. Much better." the dark woman would purr as she nuzzled into his fuzzy chest. She was alright with such a powerful heater.

Laufey's call from the border narrowed Katja's eyes, and she sighed. Not because she did not want to see or speak with her cousin, but because the last time he had called from the border it had saddled her with a troublesome thrall and a young child. Stori was a blessing for the otherwise childless Finnvi family, but his mother was... not a situation she wished doubled.

Arriving at the border it took her a moment to find Laufey's pale form in the tree well... with a much smaller dark form pressing herself to his chest. Katja closed her eyes a moment, sending a prayer for patience winging its way to the gods. "I suppose," she said dryly, opening silver eyes once more onto the cozy little scene, "I am to be grateful this one is conscious - even if she is on the wrong side of my border." She leveled a warning stare at the woman attempting to climb inside his fur, ice in her moon-silver eyes and nothing of tolerance in her bearing. Did the woman have no sense of propriety?

As he'd hoped she would, Neith leaned into him. "Mmm.. Much better." This statement went in one ear, got absorbed, and immediately took his thoughts elsewhere. Were other things much better? Not knowing what exactly Neith was experiencing and only able to take his own well being and recovery (if it could even be called that) into consideration, he was hoping her statement hinted at other things. Perhaps once this was over with he could coax her into another adventure? Stern as ever, Katja breezed in. Knowing it probably wouldn't go over well, Laufey resisted the urge to shrug. "That did make bringing her here easier." As to her last statement, he said simply, "I would not let her wander." Now...how to explain this woman? "She is a rogue; her name is Neith." His gaze darted down to the little rogue. "Neith, this is Katja, Yfir's Drottin." Manners and whatnot. His gaze returned to Katja and he said firmly, "I wish to take her as my Friðla."

With a little bit of time to recover Neith was indeed doing much better over all than she had after their intimate encounter. She had no doubt she still reeked of those moments together, and so distracted would she be with his warmth and closeness the girl would not recompose herself before his alpha made her appearance. She was even more impressive than the man she stood beneath. Not in stature, obviously, but as lavender eyes fell on the woman she felt the need to straighten up immediately. Not that she was going to remove herself very far from Laufey, it was much too cold for that. As she was not adressed Neith would not speak, she did feel a little uncomfortable being talked about in such a manner but loners never did get much respect. She'd squirm slightly under the powerful woman's gaze, really it was no wonder she felt superior when she obviously was. What kind of wolves had she gotten mixed up in? Even more importantly they spoke as though she were not special, had their been others before her? She'd try to keep her concerns to herself, after all her choice had been made and she would not be released easily. She'd nod as her name was given and the other's received. Katja. She'd just keep breathing as evenly as possible, this was all going to be okay.. right? ""

Laufey's words drew her gaze back to him in a sharp motion - though the eyes held more interest now than anything. Friðla? "Is that so?" she asked, a query rather than any form of sarcasm. This was an interesting development. Many soft Alacratians would declare theirs a love match after one roll in the grass together - Katja could not fathom what could be so very special about the process as to make them lose their fool minds. But... this did not seem to be the case, to her relief. It would seem Laufey was beginning to grow into himself, to truly take their culture upon him as his own rather than clinging to it for safety. There was a cautious approval in her as she stared measuringly at him."And is Neith aware of what this entails?" she questioned slowly. "Are you?"

"Is that so?" He nodded firmly. His mind was made up. The decision had been made spur of the moment but that didn't mean his interest was fleeting. Laufey knew what he was getting into and he was willing to accept the responsibility and possible consequences of his actions. With Hani off drooling on herself somewhere in Yfir he knew a very firm case could be made against his judgement, but he was still willing to fight for Neith. Laufey wasn't 100% sure what all having a Friðla entailed. He assumed caring for her was on the list, as was seeing to it that she found her place in Yfir and learned their ways and taking care of any children that should come of it...but was there more? Laufey didn't think so and what responsibilities he could think of he fully intended to do. Surely that covered enough for him to skate by with an affirmative that wasn't a lie. "I believe I do." As for Neith, he wasn't sure. They hadn't really talked about what would happen once they reached Yfir. She had to have had an idea, right? If she hadn't then she surely did now. "And I think she does as well."

THe two of them had not spoken much at all about anything past this point, as words were exchanged between the two pack members though the woman did indeed realize. He'd only made up his mind after she has so eagerly offered him her body. He owned her. However she was willing, while he hadnt actually given her a real choice the outcome was not entirely unfavorable. She'd be taken care of mostly right? Life wouldn't be too different from the one she had lived previously. Not that either of them has questioned her directly but as they spoke of her knowledge she would nod her head tentatively, still quite unsure if she should say anything.

Sending narrow glances back and forth between the two wolves as they spoke, Katja weighed her options. She was not at all certain that either of the two really knew what they were getting themselves into, but they had both agreed to it. She evaluated the delicate female in silence a moment, noting a fit body beneath the feminine curves. She had been clever enough to lure Laufey in with sex, had sense enough to keep her muzzle closed while he spoke. It remained to be seen if she would be a contributing member of the pack, but if it amused Laufey to keep her and she did not object to being kept, Katja was inclined to allow it. "Very well," she rumbled. "If you wish to keep her as concubine you may do so. You will teach her to integrate into our ways and provide for whatever children she might produce you. Find her a cave within the gorge and make her comfortable." And to the girl, her voice low and serious, "Your loyalty to him will be your guarantee of a place within Yfir, Neith, and the safety we supply. Be certain you maintain it. But you will be expected to contribute as well, once you have settled in. Do not make any of us regret this decision." And with the decision made, she turned to melt back into the forest - though the suspicious part of her wished to remain and watch the newcomer, it was imperative that Laufey take up his responsibility early, rather than depending on her support, so she would leave him to it.