Alpine Lake circles

“Ah, læknir,” he said when she mentioned healing. That was good then, she had a purpose. A use, if need be. But she did not seem the sort to immediately throw in with the likes of him and that was just as well. Stjornuati dabbled as a læknir; it was the sort of thing that made their yin and yang valuable, which in turn also made the little red doe valuable too.

He grumbled again, trying to find words to respond with.

“Anywhere, everywhere. Við leitum. This one and this one’s brother travel, you see. He is læknir too in his own way. He could teach ansi rauðhærður, yes?” He would not pass up the opportunity to be in the company of a pretty she-wolf, either. “Are you veiðr too? Hunt?”

He tried his best to be nice—little deer needed protecting, after all.

But he did not sound very nice at all. Stjornuati would laugh if he heard him now.