if you're just as i presume

Since coming to the mountainous home of the Heidinn pack, Tove has actually begun to live again. Food has become easier to consume and she has actually having an appetite once more; something that the woman has not experienced in months. While it is not may not seem like much, the scarred woman has found the will to live because she feels like someone wants her to stick around. The cave she has claimed as her own has been carefully decorated, with plenty of furs spread across the ground and a mound of them in the back corner used as her bed.

A thick fur blocks the cold winds and marks the entrance and a few, low burning lanterns help to illuminant the inside of her den. A voice calls out for her from outside and the woman stops her puttering so that she can move to the fur door and push it aside. Víðarr, the tall shadow himself, waits outside and Tove offers the man a small smile. Lifting a paw, she ushers him inside, wishing not to use her damaged vocal chords until absolutely necessary. The cold has been making them hurt even more and that is why she has blocked the chilly winds in an attempt to her den warmer than the outside.

Plus, she has always struggled with the cold.

Once the giant is inside, she gestures for him to seat himself where he is comfortable and says, “Hello, Víðarr. Everything okay?” The first time she uses her voice after being silent for a long period of time is always painful and Tove cannot stop the wince that crosses her features. A small cough also follows but, now that her vocal chords are warmed up, talking should be slightly less painful… or so she hopes.


"Tove Baade"