Swiftcurrent Creek The shade

The comment about their toes gains another twitch of the lips, more of a smile this time than the last. They are in the presence of another warrior, someone who understands their creed (they hope, at least, despite not explaining anything about themself to anyone ever).

Kynareth comes the name from scarred lips, followed by a clan name. And that of a tribe, they assume, much like they were once Simran of Clan Vos, Beroya of The Underrock. Lilac eyes flash for a moment, considering, calculating. In the end, he is not clan, not allit, not family, but it’s considered, fully thought over.

Beroya. Ex bounty hunter, current wanderer, looking for purpose. I never met the one who whelped me, but my parent did. Part Norwegian Lundehund. The elder Vos had never told them of the other part of their heritage, and they’d never questioned it.