a þing of splendor

His gaze was visibly merry as he turned to face Katja, eager to see Yfir's reaction to the news. There was little greater news than to hear that the Finnvi line would continue on - and to Katja, no less. It had come as a surprise to him, and it was even more incredible that Laufey was the father, but he had heard that Katja had seen the gods that night and he knew better than to question their judgement. Still, his eyes widened as she spoke, feeling pride swell in his chest at her words. He noted a bit of attention from Laufey's daughter, and found himself chuckling - she, too, had a small tall though likely for reasons far different from his own.

Next on the agenda was to discuss ranks, and which ones the wolves of Yfir desired for. He found himself grinning a bit deviously at Laufey's vague answer, wondering if his nephew would challenge him. The thought was not surprising, but rather something he found himself looking forward to, if the time came. Stori's eagerness, and the goal he voiced, was commendable too and he offered the young boy a respectful nod. "I would prefer to remain as fyrstr Stallari," he would offer after a moment of thought. He had sworn his service to Katja long ago, and that was not destined to change; though his fate lay in her paws as much as it did the hands of the gods.