Raven's Watch All I need is a laugh and a drink and a couch and a shrink

The call that sounded from the watch's outskirts felt familiar, but his inability to pair it with a face was what drove him in its direction. He picked his way carefully over rugged, frozen terrain. Rökkvi, simply curious and doubtful of finding trouble there, maintained a relaxed gait and did not go with haste.

He paused some distance from the small gathering, eyes narrowed as he scrutinised each figure: his brother's timid ward, a strange she-wolf and, much to his surprise, the silverwhite faerie from the willows. Rökkvi twitched his upper lip, which threatened to curl upward as a low rumble began in his chest.

It was to the sterling yearling that the ironborn fixed his stare, but did not prowl forward to reduce the space between them. 

Not yet.