Bearclaw Valley salt trap

Sif tried not to take offense at his slight. He couldn't know that she would be a great friend and never, ever disappoint anyone, because she would try her very, very best. Instead, she felt a little sorry for Xan - especially when he revealed that his friends had been hurt before.

"I will bithe things," she professed, drawing herself up. "Kill who hurt."

If there was anything Sif was good at, it was picking fights and taking chunks out of her adversaries. Perhaps she wasn't the greatest at winning battles, but Xan was a big wolf. He could stand to jump in and get his paws dirty. Wardruna as well. The three of them would protect the valley from any foes, would they not? "Bear, too," she added, remembering that they had yet another boon on their side.

She shook her head at his next question. There would be no going back to Kingfisher. She'd chosen her family. Isengrim, however... "Ken stay here?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. Would he need wives for that? She wasn't sure how the rules worked around here.