"Heil, Sigyn," the alpha spoke without glancing the way of the golden viking as she approached, even less in the mood for the warrior's flirtatious ways than usual. But the gods were gracious and for once Sigyn did not poke at her boundaries - much - and simply asked if there was anything she could do. Katja kept her sigh purely mental, and shook her head. "Nei, venn, ikke denne gangen." Finally she turned her head to survey the warrior. "Why do you not join in the revel as do our packmates?" Frankly she was surprised that neither Sigyn nor one of Katja's own family members had started an orgy out in the middle of the lake or some other such foolishness...
