Totoka River you requested it, so we rewind

Ironclan. While he didn't quite understand what the words meant, the name sounded strong, fitting for a woman of her blood to be leading. The legendary wolf of black fur and teeth of steel was a female that stood prevalent in the tales he had been told as a hvolpar, leading the Northern empire of Tartok better than any other could hope to. Her lineage had laid the foundation for Stormhaven with its blood and fangs, the tale one that the öldungar of their home spun for any hvolpar that would listen. And the star eater had listened many times.

The way she turned to pick at her shoulder a second time caused a low turn to carve its mark across his maw. Ég get hjálpað til við það. The offer slid in just before she spoke, any further effort to bolster his assistance dying in his throat. The query she volleyed to him was given thought, not because he didn't have an answer but because he wasn't quite sure what the answer was.

A thoughtful, guttural sound slipped from him moments before those sharp-toothed jaws parted, giving her what he could. Bróðir minn, Solpallur, og ég sjálfur. Við höfum verið lengi á ferð. They had been on their own for so long, and then... And then what? Engi. Miwa. Akai and Minah. Við erum að leita að heimili, já. Í bili erum við í skóginum undir augum hrafnanna. Það eru aðrir undir vernd okkar líka. Börn líka.

A thought occured to him and he would ask a question back at her, though perhaps not one she would expect. Hefurðu heyrt um mæður sem sakna ungabarna sinna?