bound by iron and blood

Though Kiela had initially not been so sure about expanding into the crypt, she trusted Víðarr and saw the reasoning behind his decision. These tunnels offered protection from the winter that nowhere else really could. It'd be good shelter for those recovering from injury and illness, for newborn children and mothers giving birth. Despite knowing these things, it wasn't really her favorite place still - something about the crypts made her feel claustrophobic, made it feel like it was hard to breathe.

She knew it was only in her head, so she wouldn't be put off by poking her nose around and seeing what work had been done here. Catching a whiff of Víðarr's scent only encouraged her to continue along, nose low to the ground as she tested the scents of the wolves that had been down here as of recent.

Though she'd brought nothing to contribute, she was happy to take a look around and see if anything was needed. She let out a quiet hum to signal her arrival as she moved through one of the bigger rooms, toward the sound of shuffling paws. It was no surprise she found him there, working on lining the walls with rawhide. A smile touched her lips then, faint but recognizable as she moved toward him. "Keeping busy, I see?" Kiela asked as she drew closer, a genuine question rather than an attempt at small talk.