cats cradle

Worried eyes look at the wounded wolf and, when he agrees to stitches and food, Tove gives him a soft smile accompanied by a silent nod. He offers his name in return and the nebula-clad woman muses, “Sverre? What an interesting name. You will fit in well with the band.” Giving a soft chuckle, but not elaborating, she begins to lead the way, moving them toward the wall and the camp that the band is using. As they go, the worried woman keeps stealing glances at Sverre, part of her afraid that he might collapse at any moment. But, he doesn’t and, when the pair get close enough, Tove tilts her head back to release a howl. She calls for Iðunn, the band’s healer, asking for her help, while also inviting Víðarr to come and inspect the man she is bringing in, since, he is the leader.

Soon, a crackling fire can be seen in the distance and Tove leads the man toward it, directing him to one of the furs laid out around it once they arrive. As they wait for Iðunn, Tove moves to where the band stores their meat and gathers a large chunk of a recent deer kill. She returns to deposit the food before the injured man before moving off again to grab some water and bowls. Once she has served them both, Tove settles onto a nearby fur, her duel-toned eyes watch Sverre with quiet interest but hold back her questions for now.


"Tove Baade"