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

Hella didn't answer; that was fine. Sif knew better than anyone what it was like to be unable to find the right words. And when she was asked about how she liked this land, she found herself in one of those situations. How was she supposed to explain her feelings to this place? She liked it because it was pretty, and because it was here that her companions could be found.

But she needed a home, and wolves to share it with. Just one or two would be fine - Wardruna, Hella, Poet... but he was in his pack, with his Noma, and Sif and Hella were out here on their own.

"We need a place," she said in a rush, but after that, words abandoned her once more. She laid her head on the ground, curled around Hella's. "I like it," she said after a long moment of silence. "I like you."