So Help Me! So Help Me! And Scene!

Tyrian showed up not long after her, questioning Valdís just as she had, though in a much more matter-of-fact sort of way. Almost immediately she confirmed that she hadn't kidnapped him, but that he'd been orphaned, and had taken to Valdís as if she was his new mother. So he was young and impressionable - two qualities she deemed important for any addition to their family... not that they'd really properly spoken of those things. Apparently Ásvor had been at the very least thinking about it enough to have an immediate opinion on the matter, and fortunately for them the perfect opportunity had been thrust at them. She realized she was grinning, probably looking far unlike her usual self, at least to Tyrian. "Well, if that's what he thinks, we may as well humor him," she teased, though she hoped Valdís recognized that her acceptance of this child into their lives was more serious than her words might imply.

Of course, it all depended on what Tyrian thought, though she had a hopeful feeling that he wouldn't deny them this. Nor their little wedding, which Valdís brought up as well. Her attention was largely on Úlfr, sizing up the boy and wondering what kind of wolf he might turn out to be. Hopefully losing his mother at such an early age wouldn't affect him too harshly, but then again he was young enough that she had a feeling he'd adapt quickly to life here, if Tyrian agreed. "What's your name, hm?" Ásvor leaned closer toward him. Children had never really interested her, but this was a different circumstance and she hoped he might warm up to her as quickly as he had seemed to warm up to Valdís.