Fox's Glade have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

Sif stifftened when the other drew nearer, but accepted the heightened proximity with a quiet sigh and a notable lowering of her body; you are boss, she said in the girl's tongue. And then, "Hella. Phaaae-draaa," she repeated, feeling strange and shy once more. Both are pretty names, and Hella - Phaedra? - is a pretty wolf. (All Wardruna's friends are pretty. Sif wonders if she has been chosen - in part! - for her beauty. It is a comforting thought.) "Pretty," she added, hoping that Hella would know that Sif was speaking of her names and appearance both. She just couldn't find the words to say it.

"Hungry more?" she asked, feeling - suddenly - quite desperate to please. "I hunt. Or - clen hurt? Fix?" she suggested, gesturing to the woman's forelegs. She did not know anything about medicine, but Fen had found it soothing to have her clean his wounds all the same.