Repairs

The Warlord blinked in surprise at hearing this wolf and Sedna had shared a litter. He wasn't terribly surprise, when she had been a part of his pack she had spoken of her mother's ways. Multiple fathers were not abnormal for her people. “Congratulations. The winged rugrat chasing him is my grandson.” He turned a moment to watch the boys play, a fond smile on his maw. Kids had always been his greatest weakness, and he found himself relaxing in front of this wolf. Vidarr was a stranger to him, but even years later he trusted Sednas judgement.


“Heiðinn,” he said thoughtfully, turning his attention back to Vidarr. “You're a mountain pack as well, are you not?” He nodded as Vidarr spoke of his collection. He had a few bear pelts himself. But their sheer size and warmth was valuable, especially when they had lost much or their bedding in the flood. Axe heads were less vital, with two smithys. But perhaps it would be interesting to compare. Right, down to business. “We can trade you in precious gems-” the numerous warrens that made up his territory made for good discoveries there “-herbs, salts for drying meats. What interests you” he said, to name a few things they had in surplus.