Aesir's Holmgang

More than one wolf had turned their backs on Hjarrandi, but Eisleif did consider herself impressed that the horned man returned, especially after the egregious insult bestowed upon them when he left. Her dark ears were perked towards her niece and leader as the whole of the situation was offered to them. Marked brows furrowed as her icy blue eyes shifted to the accused, no doubt what Valkyrie said was true in every way. Eisleif hadn’t seen him, he didn’t hold Hjarrandi in high esteem and there was little reason for her to do the same to him.

”You merely used us, oath breaker. How do you hold your head up so high when this guilt should make you hang it in shame?” Her voice was dark and scolding, rather tame in the realm of insults but she backed it up with an almost motherly disappointment. She wasn’t mad, she was disappointed.