I just wanna sit on floor all day, but are society say i gotta make strangers rich

hey fam @Ragnar @Sindri @Aslaug @Asgeir @Elentari

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The presence of wolves so close to her borders, on land that she had designated as hers theirs ever since she spotted them, had rankled her. It wasn't right. It shouldn't be left to be! It had to change, and while she wanted to be the one to charge them out, to send them into the sea, she knew that she couldn't do it alone.

She approached Northfall in a flurry, her anger palpable in her gait alone. “Faðir!” — Father! she called out, hoping that the rest would hear and heed her.
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Their home remains all quiet, stilled. Sindri finds a comfort in this she had not expected. Traveling, raiding, fighting, it boiled her blood and sent pleasurable chills down her spine. But she was mother now and whilst her children were young, she was happy for the silence of it all. Now, her children were a year, full grown and it seemed the land itself knew now it was time to make noise.

Sindri is more swift then the father of her children and she moves swiftly through the thick of their home. Snowy heights turn into charcoal rock and soon the snows in the higher elevations give way to green and she is closing the distance through their forest and unto her spit-fire daughter. Dóttir, hvað er það? — Daughter, what is it?
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Her voice was sharp, heightened by her coming of age and the father lifts his head up from the river of his home, ears perking forth as eyes scan the pinewood around him. A fiery young woman she had always been, so her call could have been for anything but he would not underestimate the fury which filled her voice.

Ragnar comes, following the river side which twisted through their homeland until it made a hard turn. Ragnar kept forward, breaking way through a thicket and to both Ynness and Sindri's attention. “Ynness, what ails you?”
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the godspear always would;
dark nose working at the hot fury that often seemed to ensorcell his greymane sister. he remained wordless, as he was wont to do, and though he was not yet so great as his father their shoulders did brush whenever he passed his ribs solidly against his, the way he did now. it was his swiftkill mother that he made for, at first — before turning aside at the last moment to give a low, urging beckon for his other two sisters.

and he remained still like that;
skyblue eyes cast out to sea.

the noise in his throat deepened into something pensive, ebbing into the rare quiet not unlike waves to shore.

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Her summons were quickly heeded, to her delight. Sindri and Ragnar came to greet her, voicing their concern, whilst Asgeir watched without a word, but concern radiating from him nonetheless. She spoke once he had settled. “þar er ulfar byggjandi í Leviathans Grǫf. — There are wolves settling in Leviathan's Sepulcher.” Part of her wanted it to be false, wanting them to be played by the squatters into leaving, hoping that her parents weren't just letting strangers live so close to their doorstep. “Vissir þú? — Did you know?” She stared at Ragnar, unconsciously holding her breath.
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Being lazy! Assume she is speaking the tongue!

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Sindri shifts, coming closer to her daughter but not blocking her path from Ragnar. “Yes, we know...” A deepened frown then, as she looked to the anger in her daughter's eyes.“Their numbers do not appear much, though neither is our own. I will not lead a raid with only my pups as an offense.” Though fully grown now, they were still young, still had much to train and learn from. It was a selfish risk on the mother's part to want to keep them for herself, but she had already lost one and two others were already so scarce!
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Ragnar's ears flattened, his brow hardening as he looks to his daughter grimly. “Is the expanse of Northfall not to your liking, Ynness?” A snap of sharp tongue to his youth. Even though they only took claim over the eastern half of the mountain chain, the western end was unattended to where she could have roamed as well. Why were those barren rocks out at sea so important? “If those barren rocks were of any use, we would have claimed them instead.”

A sigh, then. “They are close and it is true, none of us want them there, but excuse us if we are being a little selfish with our decision. Neither I nor your mother wish for any of you to meet the Gods so soon.” A side glance to Sindri and then back over both his children here. “I have made it clear where our beaches lie and that the plains between us and Cloudrest we call our hunting ground for us and our ally. Only then will you have your pound of flesh, understood?”
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She was berated. By both parents. Neither of their words served to ease her anger in the slightest, least of all Ragnar's. She rounded on Sindri first, her rage boiling over. “Átti ég bara að komast að því! — Was I just supposed to find out!” she snapped. “Þú leyfðir mér bara að ganga þarna inn og niðurlægja mig vegna þess að þeir voru ekki mikil ógn ?! — You just allowed me to walk in there and humiliate myself because they weren't much of a threat?!”

He sounded disappointed. The sigh got her, turned her against him. “Þú ... þú vilt ekki sjá mig fara til guðanna svo fljótt. — You...you don't want to see me go to the Gods so soon.” she repeated. “Ég gerði það næstum því samt! — I nearly did, anyway!” Her voice grated against her vocal chords until they felt just as painful as her hips.
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Ingen ba deg oppføre deg så dumt, Ynness. Du handler før du tenker. — No one told you to act so stupidly, Ynness. You act before you think. Something which Ynness should well remember, given her missing appendages.

It seemed that was not on the forefront of her daughter's mind. Sindri doubted she could stop her from doing as she so wished, either. Ynness was grown now mostly- physically, if not mentally and it was around this time now her children would decided if they wished to stay with their parents of dispurse.
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NOK! — ENOUGH! Ragnar roars then, lifting a large creamy paw to smack it down upon Ynness' shoulder, in every attempt to knock her down and press her into the cold earth.

“We will not be reprimanded for your mistakes!” He growls and there after lifts his paw from her blade, taking a step back and shaking out his coat. His head lowers, tail high behind him and with a crouch he was left in battle stance. “If you feel you can do a better job...” His icy eyes stare her down, waiting for he challenge.
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The words hurt her. It gained the weight and edge of a knife being spoken by her step-mother. She stared at Sindri, hurt and angry and disbelieving.

She hadn't been expecting the blow, despite the growing anger in their voices. She didn't associate her family with violence in such a way. Sparring, yes. But this was different.

So she collapsed, quite easily, her limbs splaying quite comically as she did so. Ynness' eyes were wide, unseeing for a few moments.

She looked up at her father. She didn't think she recognized him.

Her tail tucked between her burning limbs, her ears flattened, she pulled herself upwards. She didn't look at any of them when she slunk away.
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Sindri knew well the yearling stages of her pup's lives would be hard to deal with, hard to keep control of when they were strong willed, so independent, so bold, so ill-tempered.

Her ears flattened and she outwardly cringed as her three-legged daughter was easily pushed down into the ground. Ragnar loved his daughter so but as Leader of the ranks must establish order. Sindri was tense, watchful, but did not question Ragnar. He would not harm their daughter more then she could take.

But Ynness did not charge. She was left shocked, hurt and spun around submissively as she backed down from the challenge she could not have possibly won.

“I'll speak with her...”

And so Sindri slowly then trailed after her.
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A deepened sigh overcomes the man as he lifts to full height once more, silently nodding to Sindri as he watches them both retreat. He wishes to go to Ynness, to consul, but knows better of himself. Ynness did not care if she got herself killed, this much was so, but Ragnar did not want the rest of his family to die with her, either.

He would watch them until he could not see them any longer. Would remain siting on the cold earth of their home. He breaths in deep the crisp air of the north, graced with the salt of the sea. When they were gone Ragar lifted and moved back up the slopes of his home. He would be left to wonder if it would be the last time he saw Ynness alive and as it were, it would.
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