Duskfire Glacier with fists like atom bombs

The corners of her eyes creased in a smile. "That's wonderful," she answered his response. It wasn't so hard to imagine him with small pups, guiding them through their first lessons; he was sharp-edged, but there was a softness she could sense beneath the surface that would serve him well in that role. She was intrigued.

"Vilkas," she repeated, tasting the unfamiliar name. Foreign to her, but not so different from monikers like Lanawyn and Alarian. Vilkas from Jorrvaskr. It sounded like something out of a tale, one Daddy would tell.

She cocked her head in inquiry. "Are you a traveler?" she asked. "Passing through, looking for someone. . .?" So many were. She wondered where Niamh had run off to--she hoped the girl was well. Maybe she had found her brother. As for Lennon. . .a growl bubbled in her throat, and she swallowed it, keeping her face blandly neutral.