drink to the power

It's been awhile since she'd gotten to spend time with Víðarr, but that fact wasn't something that distressed her. He was a busy man and she knew they'd come into each other's orbits soon enough, as they always did. She'd been enjoying getting to know the other wolves in Heiðinn lately anyway, finding herself drawn to Valtiel in particular. There was no shortage of company for her these days, not that the Jarvela really needed much in that department in the first place.

Today her mind was on her reindeer. They had been thriving lately and for that she was infinitely thankful. Making her way to Heiðinn's flattest territory, she wasn't surprised to find that she wasn't the only one with them in mind. Víðarr's scent here was strong and she was drawn to it, moving to close the distance between them without any hurry. When she found him, she moved to settle next to him, letting her nose touch his shoulder lightly. "Enjoying the view?" It was lovely - how could he not be?