Cerulean Cape there's something the dead are keeping back

The woman approached, her companion hovering near. It set Ragna on edge and fueled her curiosity in the same breath. Did these wolves plan to gang up on her? Had they positioned themselves to arrest the progress of any traveler? To set upon the unwary? Ragna would not be caught by surprise.

Are you a wolf of Saltwinter? she asked, a hard bitterness in her voice. Sourly, she thought of Kjallar (the very thought of the name inflamed her. Even in her thoughts it was pronounced with mockery.) With the sea scent all around them, it was impossible to determine by scent if this was a sea-wolf. She was a tall wolf with intense eyes and a noble bearing.

Ragna looked to the wolf's companion, still in watchful silence. Who is he?