Two Rivers Isle glory in battle, honor in life

wow thank you for saying such kind things about kodlak <3 that is so sweet of you

There was a cold that burned far deeper. It was one that had found a home only in the furthest reaches of the northern landmarks; a wind that whipped across icy tundra and polar waters. Nothing could compare to that which was Jorrvaskr. Having been raised in the clasps of her frigid hand, Kodlak had endured most things that cut a bitter chill against his flesh. The waters of the Teekon Wilds were not enough to test his spirit, or to dampen his hopes of reaching the base of the distant mountains.
 
Spring had only just entered their land, but the Nord could already feel a shift in the air. The temperature was even, with only a light biting from the wind and the threatening plumes of storm clouds that rolled overhead. The Harbinger cast his gaze upward and followed their patterns with some interest before the sound of shedding water had pulled his attention from the gloomy overcast sky.
 
Turning sharply, the dusty warrior caught sight of a peculiar shape and color. Her coat was light, pallid in appearance, and her eyes seemed to set a startling contrast to the rest of her features in the form of salmon pinks that had spread to her nose. Albinism was not common among the wolves of Jorrvaskr, so he openly watched the unnamed female before feeling within himself that he was being impolite. With a quick shake of his light agouti coat, the Nord barked softly to her in hopes of drawing the swimmer’s attention. His tail wavered once at his rear.