The young man would rise as first Rune called, then his mother beckoned him to follow. The large boy would follow without a single word, his tail swaying behind him slowly back and forth. He was thinking quietly to himself as he moved on, his thoughts turning to Freyr for a moment as he walked. Was the man okay? Was he alive and well somewhere out there? Did he still think of his mother, of them? Einarr would shake his head, telling himself it didn't matter. All that mattered now was moving forward.
The young man would come to sit on the right side of his mother as she addressed Rune, tipping his own head forward in greeting. Speaking much to others not in his family wasn't really his style... though he had opened up to Eirik just fine. All that was left, he supposed, was to see why Rune called them here today.
