Whitebark Stream High Time

Valtyr loosed an exasperated huff in addition to the woman's banter, sarcasm painting a raised brow and his smirking, swarthy mug. Sure, pack-wolves often patrolled their adjacent territories, but that didn't mean they gunned down travelers like prey animals. The Sveijarn could see she was trying to cover up her err with weak excuses - but he let it slide without another word. If anything, the whole situation was pretty funny to the youth.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Tavi interrupted with a daring threat... or at least it would have been not for the excited lilt in her tone. However, her words issued an interesting reaction. Valtyr's face lit up, knowing the name. "I recognize that name," he told her, "is she white with red ears?" Saena was a unique moniker and it was unlikely there was another in all of Teekon, "I grew up with her on the Plateau. She lives here now?" he asked the guard, taking a step forward with obvious interest.