getting inside my head

Things were rapidly declining, but still the earth turned. Björn could feel it in his bones. Ragnarök. Swelling, coming on. The tides were shifting, changing, and he'd sink his teeth in at the root. There's nothing to stop him. Everything within the boy is wild, the rot prince coming unglued by the day. Very little to keep him together, but then, doe she need to be together?

Returning to the Prairie, thinking about finding something to eat before thinking better of it. With how impacted the prey had been, is there anything safe anymore? He'd probably be on fish only for a while, just in case. Ugh. Settling beneath one of the scrub trees, Björn catches something far more interesting than antelope in his periphery.

"You're awfully far from home, brother." Brother. Half brother. Brother, in the same way Erik was. Björn wasn't going to split hairs over it. Inclining his chin, he beckons Akito closer, so he doesn't have to shout. Though virtual strangers, he knows... knows at least something of their plight. Erik had been more of a father figure than the viking king himself, after all. His why? is a silent question, hard grey gaze taking Akito in for a long moment. He seemed okay, like he'd been unscathed by the strange sickness thus far. Good. Good enough.

"speech"