Silvered light shone in the youth's eyes with a fanatic furor that Katja could approve of... could direct. She dipped her head and took a step closer to him, moon-silver gaze locked to his. "Then come, Hárekr. Join with Yfir. Follow the old ways with us and meet your end in blood and glory so that you may feast in Valhalla until Ragnarok takes us all."
He would be tested, as they all would be, forged in blood and fire until they were nought but the purest of steel fashioned into a creature of death and glory and honor. He would add his strength and his cunning to Yfir and leave it greater than it was before. As the silver of the moon rippled on her star-ticked pelt, she curved her body back onto the lands of Yfir, coaxing, demanding, that he follow. Follow to glory.
