bringa ätlingarna hem

Bodin appears and makes his way to Tove’s side, her big brother nuzzling her cheek in greeting. Tove smiles warmly at him, leaning into his bigger frame as he settles onto his stomach. She gives a small hum of contentment before turning her head to give her full attention to Víðarr. Duel toned eyes watch him with great curiosity as the shadow speaks. A smile appears when he speaks of family and Tove leans into Bodin’s side a little more. When he speaks of making a band and then puts it to a vote, Sanngriðr is the first to speak up. The smile Tove is wearing grows, the thought of his sister being the first to answer warming her heart. Róta is next agreeing to it… if she can eat. With that, Tove looks to her brother, the miracle of finding him alive still fresh in her mind. Turning her duel-toned gaze to Víðarr, the nebula colored wolf says, “I’m in.” The simple words binding her future to the group.

"Tove Baade"