Lost Creek Hollow and drew warmth of blood from bone

Had Sif been paying more attention to the conversation, she might have been startled by the revelation that, one day, she might be expected to bear Wardruna's progeny. But if it surprised her at all, it would not have been an unpleasant surprise. Young wolves excited her, and the idea that she and Poet and the rest of Wardruna's companions would share in such an important and intimate task was one that Sif would have treasured like a precious gift.

But she was not paying attention, and thus, only gleaned (from actions, rather than words) that the strange woman would be their friend, now. When she moved to physically greet the northern man, Sif shied back with a wagging tail, lowering herself submissively to her belly. While the woman touched her nose yo Wardruna's chin, Sif belly-crawled between them to give both their muzzles a flurry of excited licks.