All About the Aesthetic

Ah, so it was glory then. Another quiet laugh rumbled out of his chest. For as long as Aesir had been alive and for countless generations before young wolves in their parts had been leaving home to strike out and prove themselves. Some came back, some didn't, and that was life. Valkyrie he had known since she began roaming away from her mother's den, and even then it had seemed likely that she would make something impressive out of herself. She had the blood for it, legitimacy issues non-withstanding, and there were few obstacles in her way. All she had to do was go out and get it, and there she was. Or that was his take on the matter, anyways. It made for a nice tale, but Aesir wondered if she might find the harsher realities of leadership less appealing than the vague ideals of glory. None of his business though.

He smiled at her, and although it wasn't quite warm it was relatively close to kind, and what followed was as near to a compliment as he planned to get. "Thought as much. You come from good stock, add in a bit of ingenuity and you'll turn out fine. And of course, if you find your nose in any business you think might end in a head or two getting knocked together, make sure an old friend catches word, eh?" He chuckled, mostly to himself, as he considered the rather short list of wolves he would be content to fight beside. It was good to know one more of them had found their way to these lands.

Aesir had taken the time to gather gossip on his travels so far through Boreas. He had crossed paths with a rogue or two and although the information was fragmented it was a start. What he knew was that the land was dominated by several packs, although only few seemed to have amassed a comparably large number of wolves. He had a fuzzy summary of names and locations, but without having seen it himself the understanding was blurred at best. "My brothers and I have only recently arrived. I've been feeling a bit like a rooster without his wings ever since. I don't suppose you'd spare a moment to trade rumors with a poor, cursed wretch, would you?" Saccharine, but honest. He really would appreciate anything she had to offer, and even though Aesir wasn't sure what he could give in return, Valkyrie would know he was good for his debt. Usually.

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