we are the storm and the wicked inside

Iðunn · 01-02-2022, 08:01 PM

After her brief chat with Sanngriðr, she'd taken a few days to think about how she wanted to broach the topic of talking with him, not wanting to come on too strong and make him close up, but also feeling it would be a good idea to try and subtly get him to express his thoughts and feelings. She knew he was quite a stoic wolf, but she wanted to know his thoughts on the whole thing, if he felt it was the right decision, maybe even pry from him his plans for what they would do next as a group. He had taken on the role as their leader, and Iðunn was perfectly fine with that, ecstatic even, to know that one with a strong religious faith would be the one leading at the helm. She was more than content to sit back and simply observe, only stepping in when her knowledge was required.
She had followed his trail further north, leaving enough of a gap so it wouldn't seem like she was purposefully following him, and brought with her a small snack in the form of a plump hare. Its head was held carefully in her jaws, the lifeless body swinging from side to side as she ambled along the snowy ground. Perhaps an offering would allow him to open up more easily than if she simply sat beside him and started pestering him with questions.
Iðunn found him laying down on the strange marble rock, sticking out sharply with his dark fur against the white snow and rock. She let out a loud huff to let him know she was there, before dropping the hare beside him and nosing it closer with her muzzle. "A gift," she said simply, before moving back to settle down in a similar position, lettering her back legs stretch out to the side as she got comfy. The cool snow was nice beneath her, and with the addition of the heat from the sun she felt quite happy and content to lay there quietly for a short while. Maybe it would be a good idea to let him speak first, to see if he was even open to the idea of having a conversation.

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