Dragoncrest Cliffs Lo-Fi Listening

"Some seem to be put off by my eyes.. So maybe?" While red-eyes were common to the isle she hailed from, Grímnismál couldn't help but notice at times many were struck by her ruby-eyes before continuing on with whatever. The eye contact would throw her off, but gradually she was getting used to it as now she started to assume it was a rather uncommon relic for most wolves. She hasn't met another with eyes like her own, and it honestly felt a bit lonely- being the odd one out.

The word 'grim' through definition was a bit hard but how he phrased made her understand it wasn't something, good, and it felt.. A bit uneasy knowing that was also a nickname she gave herself. Though the reaper was too timid to ask.

"I found a tunnel leading to the beach, but it's too close for a den.. Herbs can wash away." She fell behind Njord, offering he lead the way if he knew one. While she knew the way to the beach, the other parts of the caverns were unknown.