Deepwood Weald ships on vigor

she has a strange way of speaking that is unfamiliar to kjalarr, but he does not mind it. he fixes her in his good eye, mentally tuning out the writhing shadows of his damaged, milky eye. she asks for his name and offers her own: lótë of clan nuiruk. admittedly, nothing about it rings familiar to kjalarr, whom tucks it away nonetheless.

i am not familiar with your clan, the northman admits, thinking her clan is her pack. i am kjalarr, he, who has had so many names. the nurturer, is the meaning of the one he has gone by and gone back to for majority of his life. of stavanger bay. he motions in the direction of the bay with his muzzle.