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Raisa

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it was chilly here, crisp and cool like the winters wind, all the time. It definitely wasn't Ichorwood, she supposed it would do though, Raisa was here. It was home. Though how long would this one last? She hoped this one would stand longer then the rest, she missed being stable in one place. She spent days patrolling the borders, filling the caches, hiding in the den, and lazing on rocks soaking up the sun.

Today she was lazing about in the visitors den when she heard the call of her sister. Lifting her head form her ink dipped paws she swiveled audits towards the sound. Blinking she sniffed the air and noticed a scent with Raisa she didn't recognize. The femme tilted her head to the right in a questioning manner and blinked a few more times before she lifted and padded over to the entryway.

Seeing the form of Raisa there she waved a tail in an affectionate way before she turned her head towards the massive male at her side. He was tri-colored in an interesting way, though not bad on the eyes, and she smiled, dipping her head in greeting to him before turning towards Raisa once more, Who's this? She quipped quickly jumping to the point. Sera wasn't one to beat around the bush unless she was playing her flirtatious game.

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Raisa has returned! Her announcement ringing out over the stillness of the north, whispering between rock and snowfall as it carried on the cold wind. She had come and she had also requested the presence of its Queen, too. Wardruna did not feel the matter was urgent, not in the manner the arrival Sølvi had been, yet still Wardruna heeded the summons with a swift lope, howling out in return to allow the woman to know she was on her way.

To the visitor's dens the call had led and the scene revealed the sisters along side and unknown creature. The man was a strange one indeed. While the look of Raisa one could tell she was not all entirely wolf - the more rounded features, the kink in her tail that left it curled always and the obvious stripes (she born of the Yggdrasil and thus, Wardruna believed she had the blood of tigers in her) - this man here did not look at all like a wolf. At least any she had ever seen.

He was a great massive thing of thick, stout build, with fallen ears (perhaps the cold had damaged them?) a with a wide, boxy snout with lips that hung awkwardly off of it. Even his eyes seemed to droop a bit too, sad looking… Yet whatever he was (she was curious and so, would need to inquire one day what land he came from) he would be welcomed here, so long as he kept the shine in Raisa's sunset eyes which she held now.

Raisa, it is good to have you back. She smiles, boisterous with the elated air here. Welcome to the mountains of Nordfall, stranger. I am Wardruna Stormborn, it's Queen.

They took their time traveling which meant he could mentally map the path they took, the names she gave mountains or landmarks, or even tidbits of information about what locations laid farther north and one that laid southward. He had a myriad of questions about it all but those about Ichorwood he chose to keep closer to his chest; a better time would come to understand the complexities of it. Thankfully, this terrain didn't feel too terribly different than his, if only a bit more populated, so keeping his intrigue elsewhere was easy.

"It's a good thing I like to party," he joked, eyes tracing the mountain peaks rather attentively before hurrying after her again.

Raisa carried herself with an easy air that just captivated his attention; so many intricate customs in succession, he tried to note them. Would he be able to remember it all?

When they settled, she took her place beside him for which he was appreciative. "Can't wait either." It soothed nerves that the stoicism of his expression simply didn't reveal. This was no small encounter and the weight of it hadn't truly struck him until now. He'd be seeing her family? He'd be seeing her family. It didn't scare him, he wasn't even sure he felt nervous, but he felt the importance of making a good first impression. Raisa spoke so fondly of her kin and Northfall that he wished to impress them, but the idea that he might not be able to was beginning to dawn.

Bogart licked over her snow-tipped ears once and embraced her weight against him. "Not soon, it's so nasty out there," he told her, resting his head atop hers. "When you've actually warmed up, aye? We've been walkin' forever." It wasn't terribly possessive. Nothing he said ever left his lips without the understanding she could deny him, after all, but he hoped she didn't.

So caught up in her state, he didn't notice the silver wolf lurking within the shadows of the den until she spoke. He blinked.

"I—" and then the question wasn't for him, so all he said was a twangy, "Aye there."

Awkwardly, his ears went back. Just in time, mostly, to notice the approaching footfalls of another. A wolf draped in oak browns approached far more jovially than he anticipated of the Viking image painted in his mind, and that relieved him a little bit. His tail wagged in greeting, shoulders rolling as he straightened his posture to a degree he thought respectful. "Queen? Oh, Raisa's told me about ya', actually," Bogart dipped his head and wore a softened smile when he lifted. "S'pleasure to meet ya', Queen Wardruna. The name's Bogart." After a beat, he turned his gaze back to the silver wolf and said, "You must be Serafina then, aye? Awfully good meetin' ya, too."

He looked at Raisa then. A mere glance.

Where did he go from here?

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Raisa Bogart Wardruna

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Smiling at her sister who playfully bowed at her, Sera did the same, leaping up on her back legs and extending her front paws in excitement, landing them back on the ground. YA tozhe skuchal po tebe, sestra Rais jested with her but before she could speak Wardruna appeared.

Sera turned to dip her head in a slight bow to Wardruna in greeting, a low wave of her tail and a smile sent the woman's way before she heard the male speak, she didn't mean to be rude and sent a slight smile his way of apologies and a wave of her tail to him as well. She didn't mean to completely overlook him like that, she didn't mean to be rude...

He introduced himself as Bogart and turned to her, mentioning it was awfully good meeting her as well. She moved over closer to Rais and Bogart, tossing him a friendly, we'll talk later smile and tail wave before turning her attention back towards the queen and her sister.

The new man straightened himself before the Queen. Bowing his head as he introduced himself and soft smile as he lifted there after. Even his voice was different, accented from somewhere Wardruna had surely never been. Serafina too bowed and waved her tail, to which Wardruna grinned and waved her own in turn.

Raisa was quick to sweep in, carrying the floor as was natural to her as a former leader and Wardruna was happy for it. Northfall was prone to collecting wayfarers who were as cold and harsh as the elements around them. Quiet, hard, not as sociable beings. Much of the liveliness died when her siblings had left. Wardruna needed a wolf or two with more of a voice to not only liven up the place, but even take a sense of taking charge whenever she, nor Sreda, were around. After all, Journey was often gone too in search of those she might bring home. Alas, it was Raisa which brought new blood first. Something which Wardruna would store in her memories for later.

Pink, you say? It was odd enough that the flame was purple to begin with but now it changed its color too. It was without a doubt there was magic about it, to now have been snuffed out by the cold long ago and this only seemed to further clarify that.

Raisa speaks boldly of her recent find. Making notes of his healing practice, as well as his scouting abilities even in these snows and fighting skills which were almost a necessity among those of Northfall. Wardruna grins as Raisa leans back against him, obviously taking great favor of the gift that was presented to her at the spiritual flame.

A man of many trades and a healer? This is excellent news. Our land has been blessed by the gods with four pups. We will need a proper healer, especially so when they begin their training. Pups tended to break things, and themselves, she knew all too well. She wanted them to have the opportunity to know the basics of healing techniques, as well as someone to heal their own ailments when the time occurred.

Well it looks Raisa has assessed you quite thoroughly. She said with a laughter and sheepish smile. I welcome you home then, Bogart, as Northfall's new medic.

If he wasn't so riddled with apprehension and a healthy dose of stress, he would've blushed at the way Raisa described him. He certainly wouldn't have described himself so impressively, nor would he have ever thought about comparing himself to her, someone whose skill no doubt surpassed his own. Bogart reasoned this was for the best, because Wardruna seemed awfully receptive to him as a result.

Pink, you say?

"And stubborn, why, the winds were somethin' awful and the fire didn't ever stop," he said, then looked down at Raisa. "Ain't ever seen nothin' like it."

It intrigued him, though. If this fire was common knowledge, an apparent normalcy, what else was?

He didn't have too much time to consider this.

Despite the manner in which his ears naturally flopped and hung about, it only went to make them all the more animated when they perked just enough to emphasize his.... Well, not surprise, Raisa had given him the inclination to believe Wardruna was amiable, all the more so to potential new blood to the pack, but he hadn't expected to be so quickly received. It took him a moment or two to gather the way he wished to respond. Humans didn't wait for any pledge or acceptance of his services, they simply rewarded him accordingly and he returned their goodwill with his own, but he eventually found a smile and said, "It'll be an honor servin' Northfall," with the most eager of nods. "Whatever's needed of me, I'll deliver."

And then, with very little concern for sounding a bit silly, gently nudged Raisa's shoulder, still hoping to impress her despite the fact she very clearly heard exactly what he did. "Medic. Now ain't that somethin'? Sounds pretty professional."