The woman's quizzical words made Katja immediately stand down. Somewhat. After all, just because she was one of Katja's own didn't mean she was in any way trustworthy; just look at her cousins. But Katja did relax somewhat. It had been a long time now since she had the pleasure of the company of another viking, not since her sister had vanished. "Jeg er ogs? en nordmann," she told the stranger solemnly. "Long has it been since I stood in the company of one born of the children of the north, in knowledge of the aesir, and the vanir."
Silver eyes lingered upon the heavier golden woman's frame, the way she carried herself despite the annoying jocularity, and narrowed thoughtfully. "Welcomed, would be, another viking in the ranks of Ebony," she offered. "Soft are these southern wolves, and Ebony does have many mouths to feed, and children to train, and too few capable. If you be interested, you would have a place there." But she did not wait for the golden wolf's reply, impatient to get back to her pack now that her quiet sojourn had been interrupted. Instead she turned upon soft paws to disappear quietly from the cave, murmuring as she did, "If you're interested, nordmann, find me in Ebony."
And then she was gone.
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