It had been some time since he had found himself back here, towards the lands of the Thistle Kingdom, Salsola. The man felt as if he would fit here, and that he would be of good use to the boss. Eris herself had invited him some time ago, and now that the winter was over, and he was able to stay in one place for awhile, he figured it was time to go where he was always supposed to go to, instead of running away like he was trying to for underlying reasons. The bear-cloaked male was in his Optime form this evening, and he had his hood on top of his head. One arm held a backpack on his shoulder and the other held the red reigns of the Elk with the Valknut tattoo on it's thigh. Reykr held a small smile on his face though, for he had a gift for the pack, not only was he packing a good amount of fish on him in his steed's side-packs, but he also had shiny things like gold, and he also had a bone sword that he had crafted from the ribcage of a stag. He also had been collecting things for when he saw Siv again, these objects ranged from bird feathers to fabrics that she could use for whatever she wanted really.
It had taken him some time to actually collect the things he needed for this day, and now that he had gotten such things, he was able to come back and join the ranks of the Thistle Kingdom. The sweetcorn eyed wolf dog held his tail in a submissive nature as he walked along to find the borders. He had been told to call for Eris specifically when he got to the borders, but the male had also heard of Siv coming to this pack some time ago, when the male brought her the very gift that would help her get into the pack. Plus, he had smelt her scent disappear rather close to the Thistle Kingdom when he had been around the packlands, looking for none other than Siv herself. In the pit of his stomach, he was somewhat excited to see the beautiful woman, but he was also extremely nervous. He could only hope she would forgive him for his doubts of her power. He was being defiant to the gods before, in a way, but he learned his place once more, and this was the reason he had come back to the land of destiny.
He and Val, the Elk had taken some time to get there though, for they had been far South of the coast dwelling pack. The trip in all had taken him well over three days, but he kept on trekking, only on the last day of his trip did he decide to spend the beginning part of the day fishing in a lake, for the rest of the fish that he was going to offer for the pack. The older pieces of fish had been cooked and then wrapped extra tight in a dried fur and tied shut, while the other pieces were still fresh and raw. This preparation of the fish had made his trip longer, and him catching fish on the last day had made the sun go down much faster than he wanted it to. He was coming upon the borders almost in the dead of the night, the only sounds being his own heavy footsteps and then his steed's awkward steps through the forest that he was not all that comfortable with. If only because the Elk did not realize that Reykr had intention to join the pack, instead of lingering around like they used to do.
Once Reykr was able to pull the Elk to the borders, Reykr remained calm and then tilted his head back to the sky, inviting not only the volva, Eris Eternity, but also his proud volva, Siv Helsi. If she so chose to come and see him.
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