Stavanger Bay blackbird claw, raven wing

The sun-splashed she wolf waits as he hazards out whether or not to trust her words for what they were truly worth, and her expression remains blank save for the burning curiosity in her eyes. She nods once, then again; he finally backs off, and she takes the chance to roll onto her stomach, then to her feet. She lowers her head so it hangs parallel with her back out of deference to him. The change in his expression was noted with a forward twist of her left ear.

To his question, she responds, "Broddr Rise, to the north by many days." She pauses briefly before adding, "I come alone. You have my word." With that she fell patiently silent again, waiting for permission to speak freely.