His voice was much more welcoming than hers had been, but she could tell he was holding back. She stares silently after his offer, contemplating for only a moment before moving closer. She may be a stubborn wolf, but she was not so obstinate as to refuse a clear attempt at bridging the metaphorical gap between them. That would be edging into the cruel territory, and she was not that type of wolf.
Iðunn settled before him, barely sparing the dogs a glance other than to acknowledge their presence. Her gaze focused on the hare, pulling it closer with a forepaw, yet to saw another word. And she would continue to stay silent until Víðarr could get his thoughts in order. She was here and willing to listen, but had no desire to initiate the discussion they clearly needed to have. But she could wait as long as he needed; she was in no rush.
She took a careful bite of the hare, slowly chewing it as her gaze finally returned to her cousin, ever patient as she always had been.
