Aesir's Holmgang

Alfrun lagged behind the others by quite a bit, not because she didn't want to participate but rather because, when Valkyrie called, she had been deeply in a trance. It had taken Tanken several minutes to wake her from it, in the end resorting to pecking her sharply on the top of her head hard enough to make her bleed. When she finally trailed in to join the rest of the band, blood stained the white side of her face in a rivulet down around the front of her eye and along her muzzle, and she was murmuring reassurances at the raven on her slender shoulders, who didn't look as though he needed reassurances. She seated herself beside Valkyrie, and the moment she settled onto her haunches both she and the raven focused intently upon Aesir, her normally dreamy features hardening into a stern expression to match that of the fierce carrion-eater who stared at him over her head. Silence fell over her like a cloak, and she went very still as she focused upon the scapegrace viking.