When A Crone Comes A Calling

Inga was glad to hear that Auöra and Katja were reunited however the news that Auöra had passed caused a hard knot to form in Inga's stomach. Grief passed quietly over her face but was quickly stifled. She was old, she'd endured much loss and she would endure this one as well though at least in this particular passing there was cause for joy. To give one's life to the god's was indeed a noble act and Inga would not disrespect that act with late mourning. Instead she'd nod. "I see… thank you for telling me." She was sure Lyndvarr and Lærke had been told as well. As if on cue Katja stated that her former charges were growing well and she smiled lightly. "That is indeed good news. I had hoped they might thrive here."

Inga was not surprised to hear that many wolves of this land were foreign to their ways. She had not heard of any viking settlements in this land until she came upon Yfir and she was more than happy to teach the wolves of Yfir the ways that she'd grown to understand and to treasure. "It would be an honor Katja to share the many tales I've collected as well as my own experience. When a woman comes to such an age what better gift to leave to the upcoming generations than her knowledge and wisdom. I look forward to meeting more of your family."

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