Hushed Willows Put a spell on me

Unlike his sister expected, the pale northerner had no intention of turning Valmua's blade back upon her. It was a weapon he had removed from her, however temporarily, without a wish to make her pay for her grievance past the price he had already demanded of her. He was not a creature to continually kick a wolf when they were down, and he would certainly not do so to one he shared blood and womb-water with.

Eyes the color of innards and organs strung from trees and strewn about watched the dark creature, curious and unthreatening, though that was not to say that his presence was not imposing. The shuffle and flutter of D'Artagnan's wings in his ear bade him silent until the bird settled again, a glance given back to the raven before turning his attention upon the coyote once more. This one's systir speaks of a trade, a deal that involves your free roam of these lands, and ours upon the Watch. A pause, as he gather the words of the common tongue to speak further.

She speaks of your knowledge of plants and úrræði. He waited then, for her to confirm or deny, to add or subtract from the statements he made. He wanted to hear what she wanted from her, not because he did not trust his sister in this, but because he wanted to hear it straight from the hrææta's mouth.