Blackfoot Forest Flykte

The woman said that many had arrived, but that she journeyed alone. This was some relief to the pale wolf. She did not want to be faced with the Svartravn clan on her own. It was not only in the Kvitravn clan that prejudice ran so deep. Many of her people would shun her for even speaking to a dark furred wolf. Eventyr could not fully understand the importance of their practice. She believed in the gods. She was faithful. She only wished they did not have to war against one another.

When the dark wolf said that she was a healer, Eventyr understood.

I am Eventyr. Once, a hunter and fighter. Now… her voice was aloof, careless as she shifted her gaze away from Maiken. A runner. I am also on my own. For the first time since she had left her homeland, the pale figure thought of her sister. She could not help but imagine that it wouldn’t be long before Berserkir was at her heels.