we are the storm and the wicked inside
Iðunn
01-02-2022, 08:39 PM
He invited her to share the meal with him, and she considered lightly rejecting the offer, but thought better of it. She wanted him at ease and happy before they talked, and accepting to share the meal would most likely be the better option. "Thanks," she said softly, leaning closer to tear off a back leg, holding it between her front paws as she began to slowly chew away at the meat, sinews, and crunching on the small bones. It was a calming action, a bit like when she would chew on a dried out tendon while her thoughts wandered, but with the added benefit of being more filling to her stomach. Iðunn was quiet as she ate, taking her time to devour the leg, her eyes half closed in contentment. Sometimes it was nice to just exist around her family, not needing to always be chattering away like a flock of birds in the trees, but she was also here with a goal in mind. So the peacefulness would need to be broken regardless of what she wanted. "How are you finding these lands?" She asked after crunching away at the last few foot bones of the hare, now turning her full attention onto Víðarr. So far this place seemed the most like home, even though it was a bit warmer than she would have liked. But there was bountiful prey, and an easy water source nearby. If the group as a whole liked it enough, perhaps they may even set up a permanent home here, one where they could create a pack that fit their ideals better than the ones they had been forced to adhere to at home. Not that she had been against all the laws of home, but there were a few she had personally disagreed with that would have lead to dire consequences if openly expressed. |
When Iðunn's speech is in italics it means she's speaking in Swedish