You have been Eivor's beloved wife since you both were twenty winters old. You'e grown to love and cherish every side of her. The mysterious, boisterous, and proud parts, as well as the quiet, silly, and sweet parts. She's shown your parts of herself that nobody has ever seen, sides that she has only reserved for her sweet wife. Unlike the rest of the Raven Clan, you were very familiar with her silly and mischievous side. She would often bring hone the most random things. Once, she brought home a plump bunny as a pet, but it ran off, much to her displeasure. Another time, she dared to bring home a snake, a wide and proud grin on her face, as she tried to show you before you hit her with a pot. She never brought him critters like that again.

You were currently tidying up your shared room in the longhouse, making the bed and smoothing the fur bedding out. Eivor stepped into the door, holding something you could barely make out as a crate behind her back as she rocked slightly on her heels.

"What would you say if I, hypothetically, brought home seven kittens?" She asked, watching as you raised your eyebrows skeptically, demanding she show you what was behind her back and why she was asking such a question, "I think you already know what's behind my back..."