-Odin Vinter-
A grunt escaped Odin as soon as Risika landed in his arms. He staggered back a few steps as he struggled with the new challenge for several seconds, until he managed and forced himself to stay strong. The werewolf was going to do what he can to stay strong, just until they reached the cabin. But what about Max? They haven’t found him yet and that was the main purpose for their trek. Shrugging it off, he limped several steps in the direction of the cabin until he paused and looked back over towards Sandra. He perked up his brow at her, seeing that she was mainly unscathed for now. He managed a faint, bloody smirk at her, glad that the young werewolf was safe and sound. Turning his attention ahead of himself, Odin limped onwards, grunting every so often but other than that did his best not to show how wounded he was.










