Still sour about the day she was bullied and Hroovitnir's paltry excuse for an apology, if you could even call it that, Ukombozi finally returned to their den. She had not gone far, she stayed with Hroovitnir's grandmother, Chayah in the mean time. They had seen each other, but not spoken. She had shot him plenty of dirty looks, and he had tried to avoid most of them, glancing away furtively. Brynhildr had tried speaking to her (obviously on her brother's behalf) but she was very dismissive. Brynhildr tried to appeal to her, saying Hro was actually a rather kind master, never asked much of her, provided for her, never punished her and so on. It could be worse, she said. Just keep him happy, Bryn said. She had tossed her forelock and left without another word.
But now she was waiting for him. She had cleaned up the den like a good little thrall. He would be back soon, she figured. Any minute now.
