Sun Mote Copse conflagration

As any wolf would under these circumstances, the stranger grew nervous. Ragna peered at her searchingly. She saw no aggression nor mischief in the stranger, and so Ragna decided not to reply in kind. Peace, she willed the woman. Those who did not know the lay of the land could easily get trapped between the mountains, the river, and the copse. It was not an oft used thoroughfare, but Ragna had expected a few wayward wanderers to stumble to near to their land. She would see this woman to the other side and let her off with a warning. The next time, Ragna would not be so kind. This she said. I will bring you through. Next time I will take no excuse.

Come, she bid, and began to walk along the edge of the borders. If the woman did not follow, Ragna would double back, but she trusted that she was there only by mistake, not by ill will. I am Ragna, daughter of Ragnar and Shieldmaiden of the Malkaria, whose borders we walk. It felt right to introduce herself, to let the stranger know by whose mercy she would walk away unharmed.