Since his return from Jakten, the tower of bodies had been on his mind. An act of such desperation of the wretched mind had to have come from something evil and dreaded. Jakten didn't hold a place for him and he wasn't sure he would return if given the opportunity... Or perhaps he would because whatever creature had caused such a disgrace to the lives of others piqued his interest, caused him to wonder exactly what beast had done this...

Today he padded through the forests towards the stream, he sighed as he shrugged his pelt upon his shoulders and headed out towards his destination. As he came towards the rushing waters he caught the scent of Lily of the valley... Lilja...

He hadn't seen her since their "meeting" before he'd left... Smirking he rekindled the memories in his mind and felt a small twitching in his brain from the sensations that memory brought him. As he approached he caught her in his vision, and he noticed... She was quite a bit larger than when he'd left... Thorvald stopped a few feet away and blinked, what the gods hell...

Lilja... He greeted her as he approached, letting her know he was nearby so as not to surprise her, and dipped his head as he took a few laps of the cool stream. Turning his head towards the woman he noticed she had tears streaming down her face, furrowing his eyebrows the man pulled himself up and away from the waters to turn towards her.

What's wrong...? Thorvald questioned her, his fiery eyes gazing into her own as he cocked his head to the left. Thorvald could smell the pregnancy upon her, the life growing within her, and he sighed, knowing the answer that was to come next...