Rainbows never shine around me

Éldi followed Drífa to her den, limping awkwardly as he tried to navigate through the snow. He couldn't wait to tell his story to Valkyrie. He knew she'd be interested in knowing that he had, in some ways, infiltrated a northern pack. However, as they were being so selfless in helping him he didn't feel it was really honorable to target them for a raid. Perhaps they might be a useful trading partner in the future?

He slipped into the den after the short woman and swiftly flopped down on the elk skin. The den was nice and cozy but it was full of strange, herbal smells. Not a place he'd care to live in personally. Éldi flinched as he brought is injured ankle in towards his body. He was torn between the pain keeping him awake and a wave of sudden exhaustion from the fight in addition to the coziness of the den. It made him think of his grandmother a bit.

Ignatius joined them and took up a place to begin working over his own wounds. The little woman was busying herself about stacks of herbs, some stashed into dug out shelves. In the corner were a pair of antlers, gnawed into unusual patterns and he found himself wondering what they were for until Drífa was suddenly there looking him over.