liquid nights & disco lights

It would likely be a long time before the viking boy truly adjusted to what Bylgja meant to him. Every time he faced her, he felt as if she was washing away a little of the pain his mother had left in him. It was a strange sensation, watching her overwright his upbringing. It felt like it should be a sin, to let her replace the woman who had birthed him. Who had taught him so much in so little time, who had weathered him into what he was today. But he couldn't seem to turn away from her.


He answered her call promptly, giving her the respect she had earned. Her warm howl lead him through the stone steppe, to where he coukd stop before her. He dipped his head to the older wolf in greeting. “Bylgja “ he said politely. He only gave her another title in his mind. Not outloud.