
Back from her first viking- and quite triumphantly, she might add- Adelheid had an anger freshly reignited by her time in the rogue lands. It had been there the lioness's entire life, sometimes only as embers, faint and glowing, but other times... Other times, the rage in Adelheid's heart was so white-hot that she could almost feel it sear her flesh from within. It nearly boiled her blood at times.
The rage... The anger... The hatred... Her suffering...
Was it directed at her mother, Chayah? Was it the feeling all others like her had? Did Eikthyrnir feel it or sense it in his sister because he, too, knew it?
Adelheid never knew who her father was. A god, of some sort, that was clear, but that was all. The sheer size alone of Adelheid and of all of her siblings gave that away. Maybe that had been what had driven Chayah to at least admit that. And it gave her enough proof that their father was not a member of the Stormborn so they should just give up.
Ah! But Chayah! That is why Adelheid and Eikthyrnir were so intent on becoming Reavers! They were allowed to venture into the rogue lands on vikings. But the reward they sought was not tangible, not a treasure in the literal, physical sense. They hunted for knowledge. Answers.
Adelheid had not been that lucky to meet him on her first viking or to even have a single further hint who he might be. But perhaps she carried Vaskr's cubs, and perhaps one was a seer who could be used to find its grandfather.
But what it was not a seer? What if Adelheid was not pregnant at all?
The black lioness strode through the pride lands with fearsome determination. No one dared cross her or stand in her way of whoever or whatever she was looking for. And whoever she was looking for was Chayah. And whatever she was looking for was the answer to who her father was.