Bearclaw Valley Jakt

Eventyr did not wish to follow the raven with her gaze, but it drew the silver of her eyes all the same. Out of the wood and into the open air. What it had passed had broken the pale wolf’s gaze. A wolf who watched from the shadows, pelt cast in two different shades. Eventyr stared. She drew her snout into the air and sniffed, ears swiveling. The fragrance of the wolf was familiar in the way of acquaintances. Eventyr did not know her name.

The color of her coat should have stood out, too, she thought with a small frown. The white figure stepped a little closer. Perhaps they had never met before. Eventyr did not feel it was wise to waste her time searching memories. She was not as invested in the clan ways as her kin. Nevertheless, the color of the girl’s fur was…

Curious, she spoke icily.