Kildeer Rest ulfhednar

the sound of footfalls in the distance, drawing closer to where he moves among the tall, swaying grasses in the draw, first, the attentive flick of his ears and then his silver, scarred gaze. it is easy to spot them in the greenery: two moonkissed woman.

distrust seeps thickly, like hot tar into his veins.

though he doubts they are of the blood enemy; they are touched by kvit, the traitor god all the same. whether they believe in it or not.

inherited and trained hatred of light pelaged wolves ( for to him as was with greyiron there is no difference: believers or of the kvitravn bloodline or not ) they were all touched by the traitor raven god.

even greyjoy himself was marked, tainted by the traitor god. svart had won out, blessing him with his blood in his mother's womb but the taint of kvit lingers: his shame. his curse.

though he has turned to study them, he makes no move to call to them. with luck, they will not seek to call out to him in turn.