Sven knew that the woman’s sins surely tortured her and he didn’t care if he reminded her of them every step of the way. She still didn’t seem to remember anything of that day even though it was nearing the anniversary of his brother’s death and what may have been his own to his parents. How were Ragnar and Ildan doing? To lose two brothers the same day. Sven wasn’t gone but what else were they supposed to assume after finding the bloodied form of Heimdallr. The silver backed boy sighed at that knowing that maybe, because of that, they never even would have tried searching for him.

Eying the creature that Natu had presented him he couldn’t help but think she was trying to appease him somehow by bringing him a dead creature that was weird. She could have brought something normal but he guessed at least she was trying. Sven wasn’t sure if he was hungry, not today anyway. His form was lean from skipping meals so often mostly because he didn’t want to eat what the fem who essentially ruined his life provided him. He was ready to die but some stupid part of him didn’t want to let life go. Sven wanted to see his parents again and tell them how sorry he was for everything that had happened and how he couldn’t help Heimdallr.

”A beaver… I never seen one before… they are weird.” He spoke a bit blankly staring at the creature, its neck bloodied from where she had given the killing blow and all too fast not feeling hungry at all. ”I’m not really hungry,” He said at her offer for him to eat, ”but… if it’s okay I would like to explore Spirane. he was a little nervous, not sure what to do not confined up here. Her secluded den was pretty much everything he knew and though he really didn’t want to but at the same time he was tired of being cooped up.

”What’s going on down there all the time. It sounds like fighting. Is that just what this pack does? Is fight?” He asked curious and part of him wishing he knew how to fight. Perhaps then he would feel safe enough to leave the lands and find his own way back to his parents and that would help him. For now he had to figure out something else for himself and perhaps get used that this restless mountain was his home instead of the peaceful forest.