The feeling of Freya's body against him brought about a feeling of strong familiarity. A part of him and his past that he had once thought lost. And despite the feeling of dread that she brought with her, her tension and anxiety through her heartbeat, he couldn't help but relish in their reunion. She looked up at him with eyes so scared and lost, but holding a flicker of hope that dared not go out. He smiled at her, sharing his calm and collected energy has best he could. Her nod was all that he needed to know. Alright, it's settled then. I will speak with Sol and the rest of our pack. We are going to rescue you. I don't care what it takes. I promise.

It was a promise that he fully intended to keep. But he did have to swing this to the others as quickly as he could. There was no time to waste. But in the meanwhile, N​ó​ttin would enjoy what time he had with her while he had the chance. Alright then, no more tears. It's going to be okay. The Glacier wiped away her tears with his right paw, attempting to calm her down. Let's just enjoy our time here while we have it. Do anything or talk about anything your heart desires. It was about time someone considered her thoughts and feelings; her wants and dreams.

N​ó​ttin listened closely as she spoke again, her appreciation shining through. You need not thank me. But it is appreciated. Just doing what is right. It was his duty. Freya spoke of her next plans, setting the stage for what was to come when the time was right. The newest appointed Pillar soaked in the information like a spongue. It was going to be hard to let the pack know of this, but they had to do something.

Rescue was in order. There was no other option in his mind. I will assemble my pack, and be ready to take you in. I will try to meet with you if I can. Just so we can guide you home. It was sure to be a terrifying endeavor indeed. So much could happen. Potential lives could be lost. But he had to make it work. He had to keep his promise.

Freya seemed to relax a bit more, her tail patting against the ground as they continued to share each other's space. He could still feel her tucked beneath his throat, berried in his chest. She then asked about the Vale. It is a beautiful place. A home surrounded by the protection of mountains. Deep within its grasp, there is a forest that expands the whole territory. And a pond that is formed from a melting glacier. It's one of the most beautiful places I've ever seen. A true haven for us all.

N​ó​ttin did his best to paint a picture of his home. A place where he finally felt like he belonged, and no longer in his mother's shadow. You will love it there. And everyone will love you. I'm sure that Sol will be glad to see you as well. After all, how could anyone not love Freya Nightshade? What was not to love?

N​ó​ttin listened intently to Freya's heartbeat, noticing now how much it was trying to imitate his own. Her breathing was starting to relax again as well, though there was a feeling of utter exhaustion that threatened to send her asunder. But he would hold on to her delicate form. Make sure that she would feel safe and wanted, at least in this moment they shared together. You will see, all of your children will see, that is truth. That I will promise you.

It was a promise that he had intended fully to keep. He looked down at her, raising her eyes to meet his own with his right paw. Though still aiming to keep her calm and steady. When do you depart back to the Saints? And when should I keep a look out for you? I need to prepare the others so that we can all be ready to help. The more time they had to prepare, the better things would hopefully go.

Freya listened well to his promise, a smile though small appearing on her lips. It was nice to see the hope come to life in her eyes, to feel it in the beating of her heart. Freya had always struck a special soft spot for Nóttin. As did the rest of her family. It would be wonderful to have family members back from the Isblod, joining together with their Dawnbreak family. A more serious tone shifted back when she answered his question. It seemed that this pack was not fond of losing its members, and that not all were seen as equal in their importance. Pet? What do you mean, pet? An eyebrow rose in concern, a canine poking out from his lips in sudden irritation. Though it was not directed at her. Who on earth called a wolf a pet? Utterly preposterous if you asked him.

Nóttin had nearly regretted the way he questioned her. The feeling of her body tensing and freezing in his embrace almost forced him to recoil in shame. She had been through enough, so why did he bring about more bad reactions and feelings to her? The Pillar mentally kicked himself in the gut, ashamed that he had caused her to have such a reaction. Freya looked away from him, bringing the male even more internally to his knees. But he tried to stay calm and be that savior for her. To be a good friend and a good listener. I see...

Nóttin continued to listen to her story, this way of life for The Saints. It was a horrible existence for anyone to live, being a prisoner, a mere slave. Who on earth gave them the right!? It is never someone's right to own another living being. I hope you know that truth, Freya. It was a truth that she needed to relearn, and he was to be her teacher. And if they ever touch you again, I'll kill them myself. A fang revealed itself once more from his mouth, fire in his eyes and ice in his heart. But the coldness in his soul would only remain for so long. It would melt again at the sight of Freya's gaze, and the storm would be calmed once he was home again with Dalmatia: his spotted dove. He would have to tell her that when he came back, amongst other things.