Well, he hadn't anticipated this. Odin had thought perhaps he would take the girl and drop her home or even over a cliff and into a river and hope she never recovered her memoies of that night (or at least chose to believe the ones he planted there). Instead he was returning with the equivalent of a founding pack, with her caretaker in tow and the red leader, former leader, too.

Well, he supposed, they might be considered too young in other circles but Odin thought himself perfectly capable, (even missing an eye). But he was also grateful he wouldn't be expected to catch food for two, since she had shown so little interest in contributing over the last few weeks.

It would seem they had timed their exit just right, with Sven intent on grabbing leadership by the throat things had become... uncomfortable for the one-eyed boy, and he felt it wasn't his place to watch the fallout. Politics was not a hobby of his and he dearly missed the touchy feely members of his own pack, and his sister - he missed her the most. So they had set out in silence, no real pecking order among them, little but silent company until finally they reached the northern edge of the grove. The warm weather had left a layer of slush over the iced river and for the first time in a long time, the boy was uncertain. He looked to his companions, the edge of a nervous smile pulling at his lips before he suggested, "One at a time, ey?" He barely managed to bite his tongue before adding a sardonic, ladies first?