LOST AND BOUND

Kapras?us had admittedly calmed significantly since the unfortunate -- and, in many ways, very predictable -- disappearance of his brother. Neither of them were known for being particularly dependable, often leaving on a mere whim, only to resurface again without warning. He would blame the fickle gods on his known flightiness, letting his paws often carry him whenever they pleased. Today, they had brought him to Katja, though his own senses had helped significantly. It seemed the gods had shone brightly upon her, and Kapra found a wicked grin toying with the corners of his lips. A mischievous sort of gleam would sparkle in his emerald gaze, interest visible on his pallid features. Tentatively he would move forward, his lame hind paw dragging against the earth, only a slight limp to his step. His gaze swept over her quickly, noting her battle-worn state, wondering what had happened; even more, he wondered how he opponent looked if she still stood here to greet him.


Her seriousness was something he had expected, but he found himself letting a low chuckle escape his throat as she greeted him so formally. His cousins had never been outwardly fond of either him or Jaeger; not since they were small children, when Einvir and sweet Freyleif had walked the earth with them, had they showed much of any affection toward him. "Katja," he greeted her, baritone voice laced with exultation. "Yfir?" he would repeat, head cocking slightly to the side. These lands -- had she claimed them as her own?


His expression contorted slightly for a moment, puzzlement working its way across his features before he broke into a wide grin. He was an open book, his emotions worn plainly for all to see -- and he began to laugh again, a hoarse sound that was brimming with entertainment and gratitude. "Die G?tter sind gut, mein lieber Vetter," he would begin, his own head dipping in something akin to respect. "Sagen Sie mir -- haben Sie dieses Land in der Schlacht zu nehmen?" An eyebrow would raise as he watched her features for a reaction, that playful smirk still tugging at a single corner of his mouth. If it was true, he could only imagine how pleased the gods were with the Finnvi family; perhaps it would explain the storms that brewed to the east, an obvious sign of their celebration.