Hushed Willows Ironborn.

It was not the sight of strange, sweeping foliage that drew the prowler close to pack territory. Instead, Rökkvi was drawn to the faded markers that littered the forest's edge.

He lingered for a time, roaming along the willows' perimeter with ears high on his smoky crown and gilded stare searching for signs of life. If anyone watched for lurkers, they did not approach to intercept; the Northerner felt they'd have spotted him well before now.

So he waited, curious to see if the land remained inhabited or if its wolves simply didn't care to reinforce their claim. If no one detected him soon, he would have no problem venturing through in search of caches to raid.