Dragoncrest Cliffs my tree house is on fire

“How do you not know? Kjalarr was skeptical, if only because the fact that she, apparently, didn't know whether she was hiding or hunting was something that the viking considered very strange. Alas, he was amused — for whatever that was worth. “No one claims these lands,” Kjalarr murmured in a “I figured” manner, giving her a skeptic appraisal once more. “These shores are not safe,” He offered, wondering what had drawn her here. Though he hadn't heard anything more about the mysterious Bonechewers that did not mean they ceased to be a threat. Besides, they were not the only threat upon this coast, if he was being honest with himself. 

Black, leathery nostrils flared as he inhaled her scent, determining that she was apart of a pack but he did not recognize which. This did not surprise him, however. New packs were cropping up like weeds — a pestilence that he wouldn't mind chasing (or harassing) from Saltwinter's hunting grounds. Alas, that was not his decision to make. “I'm Kjalarr.” He offered her simply, just because it felt the socially acceptable thing to do; and though he found her a tad strange he was curious.

edit. you get my 200th post! c: