He'd brought her to the mountain. He'd done as he promised. The viking king didn't really know where to go from here, but he really should be figuring it out. Things had changed so much, in the years since they'd last been in the same place at the same time. In the years since Tove had been in his employ, but more than that. Things had changed. Víðarr was engaged now, and he hasn't admitted that to Tove yet. All things in time. He's still worried she'd try to throw herself from a cliff once more. The viking king sought her out on a blustery afternoon, the sun already beginning to slip low towards the horizon. Tracking her scent, though the wind was making things a bit more challenging. That's okay, he likes a challenge. The viking king moved carefully over the ground, gaze curious and clear. Bright. He would find her, he was fairly sure, just around the next corner. Well, it wouldn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. It was the space that it looked like she'd claimed as her own. "Tove?" He called out instead, figuring it just better to ask for her than skulk around. "Víðarr"

Since coming to the mountainous home of the Heidinn pack, Tove has actually begun to live again. Food has become easier to consume and she has actually having an appetite once more; something that the woman has not experienced in months. While it is not may not seem like much, the scarred woman has found the will to live because she feels like someone wants her to stick around. The cave she has claimed as her own has been carefully decorated, with plenty of furs spread across the ground and a mound of them in the back corner used as her bed.

A thick fur blocks the cold winds and marks the entrance and a few, low burning lanterns help to illuminant the inside of her den. A voice calls out for her from outside and the woman stops her puttering so that she can move to the fur door and push it aside. Víðarr, the tall shadow himself, waits outside and Tove offers the man a small smile. Lifting a paw, she ushers him inside, wishing not to use her damaged vocal chords until absolutely necessary. The cold has been making them hurt even more and that is why she has blocked the chilly winds in an attempt to her den warmer than the outside.

Plus, she has always struggled with the cold.

Once the giant is inside, she gestures for him to seat himself where he is comfortable and says, “Hello, Víðarr. Everything okay?” The first time she uses her voice after being silent for a long period of time is always painful and Tove cannot stop the wince that crosses her features. A small cough also follows but, now that her vocal chords are warmed up, talking should be slightly less painful… or so she hopes.


"Tove Baade"

Though Víðarr knows he's let her down in the past, things... well, maybe they were looking up. He had yet to tell her about his engagement, though he hadn't hidden it either. Did he need to say the words? All of the worries are pushed to the side when Tove appears, ushering him into the warmth of her cozy den. It was nice, though small. Something the viking king would have pictured her picking for herself. A stiff wind picks up just as he secures the door tightly behind him. A furrow formed in the shadow's brow, and shoulders hunching for a moment as he makes sure everything is well secure around the edges. He frowns for a moment, before his expression returned to something more neutral. "I wax another hide for this, with the wind." The words are spoken in such a way that they not be argued with. Víðarr knows she's always struggled with the cold. He knows, by the same token, she wouldn't want to trouble him or anyone else by asking for something. The wince doesn't escape his notice, either. He will not treat her with pity, no, he respects her far too much for that. Dignity is what she deserves, nothing less. "I wanted to see how you were settling in, and what more you need." Víðarr's gaze is steady on her face, meeting her eyes if she'll allow it. He wouldn't accept the woman minimizing her needs, something he only hoped Tove would know after so long. Trying to make it up to her? Maybe. "Víðarr"