our fate is written in the webs

Strai frowned. Not in disagreement, but in assessment, as he tried to figure out what Vidarr was doing, and why he needed the table moved. But ultimately, it didn’t matter. He followed Vidarr, and took the spot indicated. He got stuck in, working alongside Vidarr. He was one who could fall to silence for a long time and forget he should even be saying something. But perhaps it’s a good thing that Vidarr pulled him out of his thoughts with conversation.

Or not.

He winced at the mention of the raid. He had gone after the wolf that had taken down Vidarr, foolish in his hope to prove himself and avenge his leader. Instead, he had lost as well. “I took on that grey white wolf that you attacked, and I lost.” He explained gruffly. “i let them gain control of my head when they grabbed my scruff, and it went downhill from there.” A loss, and he was terribly unimpressed by it.

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