...And my axe!

His expression didn’t change as the wolf hit on a sore point. He paused again, and then said “I have a blade already” He just did not know when he would ever see it again. When the fjándi deemed him deserving of it, he supposed. The dagger had belonged to his mother, and had been his right up until the moment Vidarr had confiscated it. Thrall’s did not carry blades.

“I Will, det blir en skuld” He said, and then decided to expand upon it. She might not accept the deal if she thought it was open ended. “I will need someone to speak on my behalf, at the pack’s summit.” Delphi had already offered herself, but Vidarr had told him children were not permitted to speak.

“Astraios, Strai.” He told her, as he led her back to the small hole-in-the-wall he was currently calling home. “Are there pieces here that would serve as your axe’s head?” He asked, pointing to his collection.


"Speech"