Blackfoot Forest Flykte

News of the Kvitravn clan’s proximity made Eventyr worry. She would have bet anything that her sister was chasing her down. Sometimes, when the winds were calm and the night air was thick was summer warmth, she could imagine the picture of Berserkir scouring the lands for those who had not followed their clan’s orders. Eventyr could not blame her. If it had been a year ago, she might have traveled alongside Berserkir to find the defectors.

I do not wish to see my people. Not now. I ask that you do not speak my name to another. Her eyes narrowed upon Maiken with a shrewdness. They did not need to know that Eventyr was there. The pale wolf wondered if the healer would understand this anonymity – the desire to not be seen.

Is it your goal to bridge the gap? To bring both clans together.