drink to the power

Kiela was not a hard woman to find, always drawn to her reindeer more than anything else in this life. If anything Kiela was predictable, despite her nature; she was a constant, and she hoped today in particular that brought Víðarr some comfort amidst whatever he had going on. His mood was not impossible to discern, but she wasn't going to make assumptions unless he told her explicitly that something was weighing heavily on him.

The greeting was clearly well taken, and she paused as he brushed his muzzle against her cheek, savoring his touch while it lasted. Hesitatingly for a moment, she finally accepted his offer. Drink wasn't generally her thing - she much preferred to be clea-rminded at all times - but she could make a small exception. She drank, savoring the taste for a moment. "Well enough," she answered him warmly, taking a moment to lay her eyes on her reindeer in the distance before redirecting her attention to him. "Your family's trip south - how did it go?" She knew he'd taken his children with him, but beyond that she didn't know about the trip's purpose or how it had gone.