This had been a terrible idea.
The woman lay shivvering, soaked cloak wrapped around her thin body. The months of being a loner had thinned her and though there was lean muscle on her frame, her waist had shrunken considerably. While wholely this wasn't so bad, it made her ability to tolerate cold near non-existent. As so, the cold she was enduring felt like it was in her very core and leeched through her bones. Max and Alessandra had chosen to stay in the forest since they had been accepted, she wanted to wait for Reykr before settling into a home. She wanted it to be - their - home. Now however, this wasn't showing to be a bright idea. Her white hair was plastered to her head and all of the days chalk had been washed off of her face, even in the slight shelter of the canopy. Max had taken Valhalla to the stable earlier in the day, so at least he wasn't suffering to badly she hoped.
She was another story. Both sat perched on branches to avoid the flodding that was happening throughout Vinatta, but with how cold she was Less wouldn't last long if she didn't get inside. Max watched her with brooding eyes, and finally sighed and lowered himself to the ground. Alessandra saw his movement and began to protest, but he cut off whatever she was to say with a wave of his hand and plucked her off of her branch. The shadow woman clutched at his equally soaked white frame and closed her eyes, concentrating on keeping warm. He hadn't said much since arriving here, but that was the hulking monsters way. Silence was as good as speech around him. With purpose he moved through the woodland, wading through the water that had gotten higher throughout the day.
His ears perked as they neared Jorheim, a commanding howl letting everybody know it was time to go inside and take shelter. They didn't have a place yet, so Max did the only thing he could think of. Head to the Virdings house. Though he had only met him briefly, Max liked Saul. He seemed to have a good head on his shoulders and his mate was equally level headed and beautiful. As he thought of beauty, he stole a glance at the exhausted bleached woman in his arms. If only she knew how much he really did love her, had since the day they met, years ago. A displeased grunt left his maw that he felt guilty for when Alessandra stirred in his arms. He kept pushing forward, and found himself at the door of the Virdings. Feeling somewhat nervous at being turned away, he shifted the thin woman in his arms and raised a huge hand to rap at the door, once, twice, then a third rap. He stepped away and waited, his expression betraying nothing of the rain and wind that was battering his body.
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