Hushed Willows álfardómstólinn

For a while, the ravine that separated the Raven's Watch from the neighbouring Willows kept the wolves of the Watch from entering. Valmúa and her clan had each been doing their part to scout out the surrounding areas of their chosen stronghold. It was the one just beside them that she knew the least about and could be a potential threat to the northerners.
@Stjornuati was assisting today in the discovery of the pack of wolves holding the Willows for themselves. He was bigger and stronger than she was. Though she had started to regain the weight and muscles she had lost during her travel from the north, it would take weeks of sparring and good hunting for her to return to her true self once more. Regardless, she always had at least one of her brothers with her on higher risk journeys like this one.
Stjornuati would not be able to do it without her either. Though she was hardly a diplomat, she understood the common tongue better than either of her brothers. If nothing else, she provided the moral support they would need.
The pair did not call for any pack wolves. Instead, they took to scouting the border. It was thinly, but clearly marked. It was impossible to tell how many they might have in number, but from the smells alone, they may have been thinner in population. As they travelled along the forest border, Valmúa looked to her brother and grinned, speaking in a gruff whisper. Hvað lyktar þú mörgum? From her expression alone, it was clear she expected not enough to present a problem.