Dragoncrest Cliffs No to your letters love

There was no reassurance to the wolf that was barely a wolf, but a simple existence that screamed anxiety. Grímnismál came from a nordic pack, they were in winter waters, the snow often drifting around, but surrounded by the sea. She was familiar with such territorial events, as the Keep was as well. However, she was no warrior.

She was barely a hunter, a warrior was just a laughable entity to think to the meek reaper. She was afraid of war.

With spirits lowered, her ruby-gaze set downards with ears flattening down.