Phoenix Maplewood Pâk

The young girl broke before his eyes.

Issorartuyok wilted, hovering close to the hysterical Heda while she cried out about her sister, about Lane, worried that it was her fault. The northerner could scarcely wrap his mind around what she had said. He stood fearful, quiet, worried that she might burst from their meeting place and disappear. The man did not need to worry for Heda more than he had, already.

Heda, his voice cracked as he spoke her name. Heda this is not your fault.

It was not the time to allow the bad spirits a place inside of him. Issorartuyok would not stand to see her hurt. Heda was good. Heda deserved good things. He would not have her blame herself for the madness that had occurred in her homeland or the aftermath of it.

These are difficult and dark times. Druid does not know what she is doing. She runs because her spirit tells her to run, yes? You know the feeling when your spirit tells you that you must do something. She is feeling this, as strong as it can be. We will find her, Heda. I will help you find Druid. We must find the others – the wolves of the glacier who have scouted to Rivenwood. Have you seen them?