The Forest/Fjord

"May I ask how you were injuried and see if I can do anything for you?"

Immediately as soon as the female spoke the pale femmora grumbled in annoyance. She was fine, and she knew it. She paused, flicking her lobe and turning rather slowly torwards the female. "Icicle, And past healers already looked at it, I doubt it will heal up. I just need to keep moving on it." She explained, her voice simmered down a little. "I'm Alright, It doesn't hurt." She stopped and took a breath before looking at the female with extra-convincing eyes, as if she were a little boy who scraped his knee during baseball yet he still wanted to play. She sat down, stretching her dead leg in front of her, as it is nearly impossible to curl it.

"Now, May we search for game? Daylight's fading."


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Rollo tossed a tight-lipped, appreciative smile towards Elthia, as she began socializing. The look was laced with a sort of smugness, as per usual.
"And if I may say your pelt is simply stunning." She seems to have a sort of fondness for our coat colors... Hm. Rollos expression didnt rearrange itself at this thought, instead returning to the dull, emotionless gaze he held whilst observing something.

Elo seemed to be having difficulty with socializing.
His ear flicked in response to her first question, ignoring it otherwise. After a moment, Elthia moved from Trille to Elo, questioning her movements; as most Heimtas probably would.

Yes, he had noticed. With a sort of discomfort, he had stored the observation in his memory, loathing the time he was bound to have to pull it out for use.
He perked up slightly, listening to her cool voice explain the lameness of her leg. "Icicle, And past healers already looked at it, I doubt it will heal up. I just need to keep moving on it."
Interesting. And, a clever way to avoid a Heimta.
"Now, May we search for game? Daylight's fading."
Pushing himself up from his seated position, Rollo moved closer to Elo and Elthia, tail briefly swiping across Elthias abdomen to get her full attention.
"Elthia; Allow her privacy, and forget about her leg for now. Go socialize elsewhere, for the time being." His voice was commanding, but far from cool. In fact, it held a bit of warmth to it, a soft compassion that would be hard to detect.
He had a pack. And they're hungry...

Focusing back on Elo, Rollo cleared his throat.
"We will go hunting soon, Elo. Be patient, if able." His voice rumbled with amusement; Rollo himself was seldom patient.
Allowing his eyes to roam, Rollos gaze traveled from her ambery-eyes to her white coat, with accents of black--On the tail, on her ears. Everything else was pristine white, beautiful too, though far from the blinding brilliance of the albino. Who still hasn't given her name...
Nodding once at Elo, he stood and approached the female with the ruby eyes, curious, as well as frustrated.
Rollo said nothing, only leveled his gaze with hers.
He waited.

"Elthia; Allow her privacy, and forget about her leg for now. Go socialize elsewhere, for the time being." After hearin the deep voice of the dominant brute El tipped her head and mouthed a "Thank You" to him. She hated questions about her leg, and disliked healers in general. Not their personas, just their rank.

And she had to see healers alot. Rollo spoke again (Did he mention his name ornah?), Asking her to scrounge up her patience.

"Of Course, Sir." She huffed in a rather low voice, not in shame as being impatient wasn't a bad thing. She slowly turned her eyes away from the male and searched for a place to lay. Where she sat was on a rock, which really did not fit her body shape. Only for a little bit. She thought, rising to her feet in an odd way and and taking slow steps onto the large Norwegian grass. Then her disfigured body began to lay down on it's side, as she cannot go in any other position without stretching her leg out. I look so pathetic. she mumbled to herself under her breath as her "Eyebrows" furrowed. She was not at all tired, but she felt so babied, and that was very embarassing and depressing. So she didn't socialize. As one is BOUND to bring it up again, and even ask if she is able to walk or go on the hunt later.

"Ghost," How fitting...
Rollo's face split into a devilish grin, eyes twinkling as he met the ruby gaze of Ghost.
"I am a hunter."

"Veiðimaðr it is, Ghost. Welcome to Volundr."
Leaning back, Rollo rolled his gaze over to Trille, gazing at her with a sort of amusement. He could tell she was squirming inside, though over what he couldn't say.
Soon however, Trille started stunted, if polite, conversation with Ghost, to which the albino Veiðimaðr responded with equally polite and halted speech.
Either way, they were socializing, and that was the goal.

Standing, Rollo moved away from Trille and Ghost, returning to the spot he had been before his entire pack had shown up. Gazing upon the Fjord, his thoughts morphed into darkness, lips set in a hard line against his clenched jaw. Aslaug, my love... Redemption is yours, I swear it...