LOST AND BOUND

A new fire seemed to gleam in his vibrant emerald gaze as she gladly accepted his offer of support. Despite everything, she was willing to suspend her hatred of his brother and her own wariness about his character for the sake of this pack and their family. His smirk would grow, a bit of deviousness evident in his expression, as he eyed her unblinkingly. Even if things did not work out here, Yfir needed to exist now, and he would die to defend it -- for what was death, if not for a new beginning? He began to laugh at her words, giddy with excitement at the new direction that his life had suddenly begun to talk. "Ich bin so froh, dass dieser," he explained quickly. "Ich habe genug von wandernden gewachsen. Die W?lfe in diesem Land sind die Ketzer, Katja. "


And this was their answer to the nonbelievers. He watched as she spoke, his grin growing at her words. They would bring honor to the Finnvi family and ensure their place in Valhalla, alongside Auora and their deceased kin. Oh, how he longed to see Einvir and Freyleif again, to dance in the stars with them for all eternity. And if even one wolf was let in to see the truth of their gods, of the Aesir and the Vanir, he would consider it a job well done. "Zu unserer Familie," he began, dipping his head deeply. "Und unsere G?tter." With a sweeping bow of his head he would turn to depart into the lands of Yfir, grateful he had been led to Katja once again.