Dragoncrest Cliffs 'cause london is drowing and i live by the river

Isengrim.

The name—both first and last—is foreign to her ears. Names to do not surprise her anymore since coming into the Teekon but some have meanings lost on her and her ignorant mind for the wolves that have spent generations here. She does not hang up on it for long, either, and the last name is not regarded any more than if he hadn’t said it at all.

“You will call me Heda,” she instructs easily. Her given name is not one that is meant to be addressed by others than a few and he did not truly need to know it. She is only Heda to him and nothing more. “Your life is mine now,” she adds with a playful quirk of her brow, “and in this forest you will stay until I come for you again. Do you understand?”