⊰ Skill Point ― n/a ⊱
Hjördis Týr

Lilja lead her new friend across the ice and onto the shores of Storm Reach. The minute her paws touched the sand, she breathed a sigh of relief almost, still unaccustomed to the way the ice moved and creaked beneath her paws. While she may have been a viking once, she was not the type to often sail by longboat. A daughter of the jarl, for sure. The thought brought a pinch sensation along her spine, a memory of what brought the scars that hid beneath her fur. Subtly, she shook out her pelt, vanishing the sensation as a guise of releasing any pent up nerves from the ice.

Peering back at the brunette woman, Lilja smiled kindly, I'll call for him, just hang on. she hummed before turning her attention back tot he island.

With a tilt of her head she howled, calling for the new king of Storm Reach. She couldn't remember the last time she'd spoken with Tyr, not in such a private setting at least. Would be award her for bringing a new companion to their cause? Lilja could only be so bold as to think such a thing, she daren't ask.

Skill: Klutz [1/5]

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The walk was not grueling―in fact, the only issue was the damn ice. In other circumstances, the girl imagined, the journey would merely be a fun trip through cool ocean water.

However, it was mid-winter in the Alpines, and things were not so fortunate.

After spending the first 18 years of her life in a coastal village, one could safely assume that a woman would grow accustomed to walking on ice. Unfortunately, this was Hjördis. Even under conditions that she found perfectly familiar, she would find one way or another to fuck it up―and this time, it was through slipping and sliding over the ice like a newborn fawn. She lost count of how many time she slipped on her chin after the number reached double digits. Now she only cared to get off the ice and onto the island Lilja spoke of.

With a deep huff, Hjördis finally pulled herself onto solid ground. The sand was a welcome texture compared to the slick water's surface. Lilja... she started tentatively, this ice... melts. Right? She could hear the other speak distantly, but the brown wolf was too busy shaking off an ache that began in her paw to truly listen to her words.

And before she received the answer, Lilja had her head ascending to the sky with an ear-splitting howl. Hjördis yelped in surprise and jumped back. 'Right,' she thought to herself, 'wolves... do that.' She shook out her dense pelt and settled on the coast, lips thinned out with an ungainly expression.

「 Skill Point ― n/a 」

The summons was welcome as the lord of the isle navigated his way through the melting snows towards the pair of wolves. He was languid with approach after he slid down the blanketed dunes, looking to Lilja with a small nod before averting his eyes to the stranger. A she-wolf.

He didn't speak until he was finally close enough to the pair. Both were short in comparison to him, but there were no worries there. It did however, seem like the pack was shrinking... not just in members but in height too.

Lilja, who have you found on your travels? he queried, eyes looking from the white wolf back to the brunette with intrigue. It was almost as if he were trying to look into her soul after all.

⊰ Skill Point ― n/a ⊱

Lilja laughed at Hjordis after she howled, the puzzled look on her face said it all. She wasn't used to being a wolf, huh?

When she spied her king in the distance, she smiled faintly, quietly uttering a few words to Hjordis.

Be prepared, Tyr is told to be the God of War.

While it was just a little bit of information, it was something very important in their little world on the island. Lilja's smile grew to a playful grin as she side-eyed the woman at her side, watching for her reaction.

Finally his voice broke her mental silence, and she shifted her attention to the Skǫrungr. With a dip of her head, a bow of respect, she offered her own greeting.

Skǫrungr, this is Hjordis. She hails from our roots. I found her skirting the beach on the mainland.