Bearclaw Valley my carnivore heart comes out after dark

She follows alongside Sif quietly, observing the group behind pale yellow eyes. Of the trio she is closest to the clay-colored girl, having spent the past few weeks nearby. Wardruna is as inscrutable as ever, a force of nature she is helpless but to follow. She has not met his other companion yet; the woman is quiet and hard to read, but she draws no conclusions yet. 

There is another group here, she realises, following the line of Wardruna's back over to the valley. The portent seems to want their opinion, but Poet has none to offer. She touches her nose to the side of Sif's neck briefly, contemplatively, and pulls back to offer her own short nod.