There had been many things as of late occupying her mind, causing her to dwell on the question of traditions and family. Teaching Vereux and Laufey the Finnvi traditions, the start of raiding season, Laufey's thrall, the possibility of a litter born in Yfir. Kapra would not likely take a wife, and she had no desire for a husband even were she not sworn to Freyja, so it was through Laufey that the line would continue. Yet Laufey was base-born, illegitimate, Jaeger having failed in his duties to claim his children before the eyes of the gods. The boy deserved better than he had been granted. It had been much in her thoughts lately, and perhaps it was time to act. As she patrolled the border as the light began to fade into twilight, she concluded that she needed to speak to Kapra on these matters. He was the only other who had been born into the viking tradition, the only who knew their ways as she knew them. Between them both, she knew, they could decide their best course of action in this. She already had a fair idea of what she wanted done, yet she herself could not act alone on it. Stopping her patrol at a point near the gorge, she lifted her muzzle to call her cousin to her.
