Sigmarr instinctively tensed as the woman came running straight for him. Limbs shifted equidistant apart as his weight balanced out among the limbs, ears flicking back though not quite to his head. Yet as she neared there was no denying it. It was Valeriya. It was his sister! Tongue lolled out, tail wagging despite a slight flinch at her unusual greeting. Val's voice had changed, gaining a harsher edge to it but at the same time still as melodious as he'd always remembered. Sigmarr moved forward to nuzzle her, fighting against the tears of joy that threatened to ruin this viking's composure.
"What am I doing here? What are you doing here?" He laughed but it slowly pittered out? his tail slowly stopped wagging. "I take it? moth? Raisa's gone?" Well, of course she was. How much had he really believed that she'd return. He shook his head. No. It was over and done with and Valeriya was back that was all that mattered.
"Forget it, that's in the past and we need to look forward. So much has happened! Katja's ruling Ebony now. I'm training to be a warrior, I met this weird brute name Baldur and? he kind of looks like me. Not that it means anything but?" He shrugged. It was so easy to bear his heart in front of her. "But? Virgil's? hurting bad and in turn she's hurting us. She took Svetlana back to Olympus and she's coming back for the rest of us." Again he shrugged. "I don't know what to do? " He'd been so determined to stay in Ebony to wait for Val's return. She was back now so would it not be better for him to go with his family? But at the same time he supposed there was still this stupid, naive hope within his heart that Raisa would also return. And he wanted to be there to greet her when she did. And if not that, well? the were Xanilov's and Ebony was their pack. One they had a right to rule.
