bringa ätlingarna hem

Rōta had been ranging, getting a feel for the place since it seemed like they were going to stay put. She had even been giving Idunn a break in the lead up to midsummer, maybe they would think she was turning over a new leaf, or some bullshit. A girl could dream. They probably just knew she was just waiting for them to lower their guard.

The smell of cooking meat caught her attention more than the summons and she joined her siblings with a crooked smile and grumbling stomach. The rusty woman nudged her nose beneath each chin with a grumble of greeting and moved off to the side, making a show of huffing and sighing, flopping her rump to the ground and scratching at the fur around her neck. She didn’t want to wait for the others to arrive, but understood her siblings probably wouldn’t stand for it if she tried to grab and run. Clearly Vidarr had something to say, and San was there to back him up.

“Speech”