FORGED BY THE WRATH OF GODS

Sverre had been accompanying the woman for some time now, traveling with her and sharing knowledge on the reindeer. She'd mentioned of a man and his budding pack before, and so when the victory cry rang out, he was apt to follow her. These were all strangers to him, but if Kiela trusted them, so would he. He just hoped that they would have him, though he assumed a newly founded pack wouldn't push him away either.

As they ventured up the trecherous mountain, Sverre had to hand it to them. They certainly picked a place that was not worth the effort to most, effectively protecting them from more than had they not been at the top of a mountain. He approached a step or two behind Kiela, letting her speak first and looking between the presumed alpha and her. He hadn't quite thought about what he would want to do, though unless the man had other ideas, he figured helping Kiela with her reindeer would be better than someone else being assigned the task.

"I would like to join as well. I'm Sverre Ástríðurson, and I'd like to help Kiela with her herd and scouting if that's alright," he spoke after a slight dip of his chin and sat slowly beside Kiela.

"Speech!"

Art by Nairinnr at dA & Code by Skelle 2022