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Wight offers Víðarr a smile as he speaks of the walk ahead. Her legs move her onward, thoughts focusing on the task at hand, all while she tries to stick close to shadow’s large frame. He is extremely kind and does his best to shield her from brunt of the bitter breezes. As they cross the snowy landscape, the starry pelted woman admits, “It is beautiful up here. There is something… peaceful about a world covered in snow.” As she speaks, her duel-toned eyes scan the landscape and she adds, “I might have to come back and explore more. But, I will bring lots of furs with me!” A chuckle escapes as she glances to the dark shadow, wondering how he feels of the icy, covered landscape.

The walk helps to thaw the cold wolf’s joints and, the further the walk, the faster Wight can move. Snow starts to melt and a subtle changes in warmth can be felt as they move further and further south. Wight stays silent as they move, hesitant to start a conversation but quick to reply kindly every time the inky wolf checks in with her. Dusk falls as the pair cross into camp, Víðarr calling for his family while steering her toward the fire. The warmth of his smile and the fire have the starry woman melting into one of the thick bundles of furs, a small groan of pleasure escaping as she sinks down to her belly. The heat of the fire feels amazing and she basks in the heat that radiates from it. When Víðarr drags over meat, silvery eyes widen with wonder at the sheer amount of food he has.

Stomach growls it’s hunger as she reaches for a chunk of deer, saliva dripping from her maw as she pulls it close. Before Wight starts tearing into the meat, she casts her gaze to the shadow, offering him a gentle smile as she says, “Thank you Víðarr.” With her gratitude given, Wight reaches down and takes a huge bite from her food. Ears perk up at the sound of a gruff, but not rude, voice. Turning her head, mouth working the meat, Wight watches a female wolf approach, her dark coat matching that of Víðarr’s. Eyes glance from her to Víðarr, noting that, where he has tones of white, this woman has reds.

The woman sets her down across from Víðarr, giving a greeting and introducing herself as Sanngriðr. The hungry wolf works to chew faster and swallow the meat to clear her mouth, not wanting to make too much of a bad first impression, before she says, “Hello Sanngriðr. My name is Wight. Your brother found me mostly frozen up north.” Wight gives a short chuckle before returning to her chunk of food, the need to eat overriding her manners for the moment.


"Wight Baade"