a þing of splendor

Stori hurriedly came to the call. What was it? Was it another story? Was this... a meeting? Ooh! Stori rushed over, his paws hammering the cold ground. He would sink into the snow, then bounce up again, then fall below the thick snow, carving out a dashed line towards the meeting. The flattened out area was a lot easier to walk in. He heard Eisleif's question about "Father" sitting near her. Stroi butted in, "Hey Katja- and nooo, DAD is going to sit by ME, you already have her!" his nose pointed towards the woman who was in the pack but also not a real viking. He would have to ask Katja about that later. His sea-foam eyes peered at his half-sibling, still not totally sure how she got here or what this mom creature was.