LOST AND BOUND

There was an obvious mania that lurked below the surface of his facade; a sort of unwarranted exuberance that was so intense it almost seemed like an act at times. Even now his eyes would gleam with passion and fire, a shimmering amusement bubbling from within his emerald gaze as he watched his cousin speak. Katja was much calmer this time than during their last encounter, and he knew that things far larger than either of them were happening. 'The gods spoke to me at the bl?t,' she would explain, and his eyes widened with interest. His own experience there had not been quite so mystical, but he shared her feelings of devotion and faith. Though they differed quite a bit, their religion would be the one thing that shared and that kept them together. He had yet to meet another in the land who shared their views -- in fact, most condemned them. Still, he scorned the male that had so brazenly insulted the sacrifice that they had made at Ebony's festival. He knew Auora would've seen his disrespect from the afterlife and he knew the male ought to have been thankful he hadn't spoken up before she'd left this earth. Surely then he wouldn't have been left intact.


They had told Katja that the Finnvi family would rule here. They had aided her in battle. As she spoke, he would inch closer, a smirk tugging at both corners of his mouth, glee bubbling over as he began to laugh jovially. They had, somehow, made things right with the gods and now they would begin to prosper. "Ich werde euch helfen und Yfir, Vetter," he would offer his support quickly. "Ich werde dich in den Tod verteidigen." It was, perhaps, one of the few things he would fight for. Though he and Katja had never seen eye to eye, the fact that they could quite possibly be the only Finnvi wolves left in these lands was a terrifying prospect. Another laugh would escape suddenly from his throat, his tail whipping behind him suddenly as pleasure seemed to emanate through him. Though he craved Jaeger's touch, something he had been deprived of for so long now, he could not imagine going anywhere else. Katja had been spoke to directly by the gods and he would not ignore such obvious signs.



Perhaps it would be their time to shine. He wondered if the gods were acting through Katja herself, wanting the believers to rule and to spread the influence of their faith through all of the lands. His head would cock to the left as he eyed her, curiosity bubbling up in the form of a quiet question. "Was sind Ihre Pl?ne f?r Yfir?" Regardless, he felt a pull to Katja and to this pack she had won in battle, and he would be willing to support her cause so long as she did not stray from her faith -- as if such a thing would ever be possible for the steadfast woman.