Cedar Sweep I dropped the berry in a stream

Oops! Sorry B(

The stealth the padded carpet of fallen needles offered soothed Ragna. Here, beneath the cedars, was where she spent much of her time hunting. Not only for the aforementioned stealth boost, but also for its proximity to the copse. It was this same stealth that veiled her pawfalls until she was close to the woman. The stranger bore some similarity to her, but not in any familial sense. In frame they were near identical, but where the woman was made of sharp angles, Ragna was made of soft curves that spoke of strong musculature beneath. Their fur was ivory, their eyes blue, their ears marked with brown. The woman deviated in her unusual markings; her eyes were shadowed with the same brown of her ears. Was it possible that this was an older sister, like Gyda?

Suspicion only grew when she learned that this was another wolf that knew of Arunik'ra. Like with the firebolt, the simple utterance of the Res Drunak's name instantly bought some trust. Ragna held Arunik'ra in high regard, and any who spoke of their respect for her had to be okay. Peace, she bid. I merely thought to warn you. Ragna was not an aggressor, but would give intruders no quarter. It was her duty to keep the land and wolves of the Malkaria safe, and in this she would brook no argument. Finally her curiosity won out, and she blurted, are you a daughter of Ragnar?