to find your worth

Inga repositioned her fangs over the fawns throat as she eyed Hárekr. The pair had been out hunting and managed to snag a young fawn though she knew the man was more interested in eating it himself than sharing. After a few sharp words on her part he slipped back into the night with a grin on his face. Strange, that man. Inga's sturdy legs began to move as she dragged the kill back to the den site. She heard Katja's call and picked up the pace. She was in labor?! Of all the time, eyes tilted to the northern lights in the sky above. This was a holy moment she was sure of it!

Inga quickly stashed her catch. She did not want to drag it to close the dens. For spring meant waking and very hungry bears. If Katja wished to eat after birthing she would send someone to tear off and clean a piece to bring to the new mother, or as she imagined with Katja, would look after the pups for a few moments while Katja refreshed herself on food and drink.

Laufey and Lyndvarr were already present and Inga quickly made her own presence known. "Katja, I am here. Please, let me know if you need any assistance."

"Speech"