"Aut Viam inveniam aut faciam."
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This is also being considered his bringing into the world.

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Jasper was quiet, his ears flat and body shivering. The air was cold, and unforgiving against his small build. His nose twitched harshly, sniffing the air. He was walking slowly up the side of a river, pushing the snow out of his way as best as possible with his snout.

"It's so cold..Why must it be cold"

Chewing at his cheek some, Jasper slipped his way into the mountains. Hoping to find shelter against the cold winds that bit into his pelt. Soft whines and whimpers escaping the pup as he moved, this place was terrifying. So used to vast flat lands that never grew cold, his pelt thin and not adapted to this land in any way.

The funeral is concluding. Ragnhildr doesn't know how much longer she's going to stay, given the circumstances. Her mind is clouded with thoughts, anger, pain. This family is not hers. It's too late to insert herself into it. And the suffering... It won't end.

But she doesn't expect others to be roped into it. A child, separated from the group, stopping her from leaving right away. Through her haze of grief, she stares at the child.

"The feast is back there," she starts. "Do you need help back to your family?"

"Aut Viam inveniam aut faciam."
3-0-3 OC

This is also being considered his bringing into the world.

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speech emotional actions thoughts

Jasper moved in a slow, hunkered pace, remaining close to the ground with his nostrils slightly flaring with annoyance about the chill. His sun yellow eyes scanning the cliffs and steeps around for a den, or a cave of any sort. The pup wasn't sure where he was, why he was here or what had brought him here he just knew it was terrifying and he wanted nothing more but to run and hide.

His options of running were stilled though as a voice startled him from his thoughts, jumping to face the source and meeting eye to eye with a stocky built wolf, he'd assumed them female but upon inspecting and listening he could tell easily this wolf was in fact female. A stocky built female..an odd sight to him, but, each wolf to their own as his mother put it.

er...feast? What feast?..

He was curious, there was a feast? There was FOOD in a place like this? how would anything survive even hunting anything in this stiffening weather.

I don't know where my familys at- We don't live in cold places..Where am I?

Whilst he should've feared this wolf, feared in many ways, he didn't. He'd seen many things before, some being threats such as cotton mouths, bob cats, so many things that stilled him to the bone. A measly wolf struck no fear into him, he saw no reasoning to fear right now, this wolf was being nice! Maybe just maybe she could take him home.

He's such a slender thing, and to hear he's displaced... It happens in this land.

There's a reality where he doesn't make it back to his family. It's possible it's this one. If she takes him back to the feast, she might be stuck with him. And she's not sure she's the best option for a child; death follows in her shadow, and the valkyries have told her that nothing in her life is meant for her. She is the Dead. She could not be the mother this boy would need.

And yet, her code of honor maintains that he cannot be left here.

"We don't know why people come here," she starts, taking a step closer. "It ain't right that you were taken, but we can't do anything about it now. You're in Northfall, at the funeral of the greatest King to ever live." And she is the daughter that failed him. She is the daughter that could not convince her mother to feel mercy.

She is the reason he is dead. Perhaps she would see him again in the honored halls of Valhalla-- perhaps he would not even speak her name.

She gazes down at the child. His tiny frame, his wiry coat. He isn't built for the snow. This isn't good. "You can come with me, if you want. Might freeze to death out here."