It seemed she had given the answer he was seeking, as he promised to consider the idea simply because she asked. Bringing that detestable salmon along was turning out to have been a pretty decent idea—it had converted Kjors to a pack wolf in a matter of minutes. Karina had to wonder if it was really her request and the fish that actually changed his mind, or if he had been dwelling on this topic in the days since they last spoke. Perhaps he was lonely and the badger-woman’s scorn had been getting to him… or maybe hunger really was as strong a motivator as was claimed (this princess certainly wouldn’t know). The child trailed after her companion curiously, and as the scent of ravaged venison grew stronger she understood where they were going.
It took the cloudy-eyed traveler quite a bit longer than Kjors to reach the kill site; navigating a path through a maze of fallen branches was not her strong suit, and neither for that matter was leaping between boulders. Karina turned her face away from the mangled remains, feeling the fish churning in her stomach as she watched Kjors eat. In truth the meal hardly even resembled the proud animal it once was, and that small mercy allowed her just enough strength to remain standing beside it.
“You should bring it,” she counseled, and not only so he would quit devouring the poor deer in front of her. “It would be meaningful... not every loner is willing to deprive himself for us." Though Kjors claimed to have lead a pack at one point in his life, it seemed he could use a refresher course on how to be a subordinate. “I’ve got siblings on the way,” Karina reminded him, “We’ll bring it for Mom.” She smiled sweetly at the golden eyed man, wondering if he would agree and if would notice the “we” in her sentence. Kjors would be lucky to earn an invitation into their close-knit family on his own, but with Karina by his side when he asked her parents could hardly refuse.
“We have guardians,” the pup answered, and though she didn’t know it truly any wolf in the River would fight and die for the young princess. “But we have enemies too, lots of them. I.. I wouldn’t be able to defend myself if something happened, if--” Words abandoned the pup as an attack on her home was too terrible to even imagine, let alone describe to Kjors. If she was going to be very honest, she knew she would likely run far, far away at the first sign of an attack... but if learning self-defense was what it took to get Kjors to spend time with her in Cut Rock River, then learn to fight she would! “Kjors.. it’s really bad,” she said softly, referring to her pack’s current situation with their enemies. ”That’s what I came to tell you about.”