King Elk Forest blood and bone

The closer she came, the less she feared that this was a creature not of her ken. He seemed to be a mortal beast, and a beast indeed. He was large, much in the way that Lærke was, but he did not seem so friendly. With her call he stopped, then took pause as he took her in. She, too, took the chance to look upon him, but found nothing to surprise her. He was very present, very much of this earth, and in some ways this calmed her and in others struck her nerves. But he answered, his voice thick with the accent of the northmen, the same one she had heard in her packmate and in the stranger, Saga. Hello! she piped, instantly more trusting of him for his heritage. You are not the first man of the north that I have met. Do you have kin in these wilds? Ever inclined to be helpful, she wanted to be able to aid him if he sought family.

In the end she could not help him, and they parted ways. From time to time on her trek home she wondered what more she could have done.