Bramblepoint okay, it's hit me

thanks for joining!  keeping the german light because i havent practiced a lot in the past few days

the alt crone would have fallen schlafen were it not for the noise that jolted her to her senses. she peered into the darkness, her gelb eyes searing through the bramble. there was a wulf not too far from her. she was not about to caught off guard -- she rose to her feet and made no attempt to conceal the crackle of briars as she untangled herself from the makeshift shelter.

"hallo -- wer bist du? Ich heiße Eyjolfur. Verstehst du mich?" her voice -- there was little pleasant about it. she spoke like a savage, though there was a simmer of intelligence that glimmered in her fierce yellow gaze.

old - asleep - yellow - wolf - "hello - who are you? i am eyjolfur. do you understand me?"