Swiftcurrent Creek deadly light

As she scampered back, his first instinct was to close the distance between them again, but he resisted the urge to do so; she didn’t seem like she wanted him close, which he was fine with. He settled for just waiting where he was, staring at her expectantly—but when she finally spoke, he had no idea what she was saying. He frowned, his brain replaying her words whilst picking through each of them, only to stop after hitting one in particular: Sif. Although it could be a word in whatever language she was speaking, he had to look further into it.

“Sif?” he questioned. “Do you know Sif?” Was this another one of Wardruna’s wives? No, couldn’t be. He’d seemed awfully protective of his girls, he wouldn’t let one be separated from his group—right? Really, he didn’t know the man well enough to say either way with full certainty.