Bearclaw Valley return

The two soon met, Sif halting when her husband came into view and Wardruna approaching her stiff figure. She was still not quite sure how to touch and be touched by others, but she was learning, and her tail wagged while Wardruna greeted her.

Contrition and embarrassement flickered briefly across her face before she swept the topic away with a vague,"En tispe - " For the wound did not matter, and neither did the wolf who had inflicted it. "men Waar - Jeg fant mine brødre. På kysten." Her burgundy eyes were wide and unsettled. She looked to her husband to make some kind of sense out of this situation. His presence was comforting, but she was still deeply disturbed by all that had happened while she was away. These wolves were her blood, her family. Isengrim needed her, and Kingfisher... she needed him. He had information about her family, about Sif herself. And he wouldn't come with her like Isengrim had - she had to go to him.