Stone Circle winter crow

home once more, eivor unshouldered her bounty and immediately returned to the business of marking kvarsheim's borders.

bearclaw valley would not be far behind, she felt. and with winter coming, all her efforts would be put into fortification.

bid on a dense patrol, she soon headed for the farthest boundaries and the potential of what she might find there.

He approached the pack's borders carrying a carefully-wrapped gift, a token of their intentions toward the locals of the valley. This would be the first pack of many graced by the Sundagger's greetings. Acheron intended to make a good show of it.

His tail waved when he spotted the lone pale figure near the outskirts of the border, and he slowed. Hello, Acheron called out politely, careful not to let the pelt unravel. What is this pack called?

lithe as a young deer. her eyes did not watch what her nostrils said he brought.

this talk of binding the valley together had sharpened her alerting. eivor straightened. "who asks?"

there was no need to be hostile, and so the drengr did not stand in aggression.

grey stare said only that her watchfulness would not abate until she had deemed safety here.