Blackfoot Forest Flykte

That mutual understanding was appreciated. Eventyr dipped her snout stiffly to the healer. Prejudice could be broken, a voice whispered in her head. The pale wolf lifted her moon silver gaze again so that it might rest on the dark-furred one. They did not have judgmental eyes upon them. Even the white raven sat upon its perch with a cheery glimmer in its eye. The peculiar smile on its pointed face seemed unnatural, even to Eventyr.

I do not know if you will be blessed in your goal. Some will hate you. Some will try to hurt you.

The Kvitravn wolves had all been raised on the culture of feuding families. Some of the Kvitravn groups were less extreme with their prejudice. Others were violent and cruel. No one could tell if Maiken would be met with welcome from the pale-furred ones. If they had abandoned their homes and had journeyed to new lands, perhaps… Eventyr could not be sure.

Won’t your clan shun you? A question she did not expect to be answered. Eventyr was still curious.