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So the call came, so he went, moving at an easy pace. There was no urgency in the voice he was coming to know well, not of the dire sort, anyway; this led to Stjörnuáti taking a slightly longer path to his packmate, stopping to mark here and there. It wasn't until he was close enough to spot Bartel in the distance that a curious scent tickled at his nose. Idly, the man tried to sort out how he knew it as he finally began to walk in a vaguely straight line towards the dark-furred male.

And then his paws stopped, one frozen as it hung in the air. His ears pitched forward, tail held pensively behind him. Closer now, the pale Northerner realized he knew that scent very well, and that it hung around the neck of Bartel like a wreath upon a door. All four paws on the ground once more, maroon eyes considered the man for a moment, time seeming to have suspended around them as he processed how to take this information, and what to do with it.

And then his mouth split into a smile, a booming laugh coming from the vikingr, sending the birds startled from the trees. “So! Bartel has found lítill dreki. Did she bite and burn Bartel also?”

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“Of the course litli dragon did. It is her ways. ” His blunder of the phrase went unnoticed by the stareater, fully amused that Thalia would have asked after such things. She was vindictive, and it was one of the many things that had drawn him like a moth to the flame of her personality. That fire had dimmed some, in his eyes, not for Thalia’s lack of kindling but for the presence of another, larger fire.

“Bartel did well. The dragon knows Hrafnsvaktin from before. We claimed this mountain once before gods of this world ah… scatter? This place and it’s wolves. Thalia helped claim the mountain, even if she denies such things.” would she return or would she linger on the outskirts again? If Bartel tangled with her, Stjornuati could not deny the chance that she might show up. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to fuck with her like she did him.

“Bartel should tell litli dragon that Stjornuati does not remember her.” He smirked.
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Stjörnuáti's smirk stretched wider, teeth showing as it morphed into a grin. Yes, he liked Bartel greatly and felt that he was cut from much the same cloth as he was. The man's demeanor reminded him of his brother, his other half. Solpallur. The gods had separated them for now, and wherever the suneater was, his brighter counterpart could only hope that all was well and for a swift return.

“However Bartel wishes to handle.” With this, he trusted the man to make his own decisions. While Thalia was an amusement, Stjörnuáti did not think that she would be all too much trouble, in the end.

“This one is hungry. Bartel?” A bonding moment and a favored past time all rolled into one.

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“We cannot,” He confirmed, his grin ever-present in this moment, in this meeting. His gold-crested head bobbed to the side a bit, noise pointing into the forest that stretched over part of the mountain. It was an indicative movement, one meant for Bartel’s understanding: Lead the way.

Stjornuati would see the male’s hunting skills, especially as the pack was beginning to grow in numbers and activity. It had been a slow start, something that did not bother the man of the North. It would happen in time, or it would not; Stjornuati, however, would not give up on the call that sang so deeply within him.

This was where he was meant to be, and what he was meant to be doing.
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