Bearclaw Valley Jakt

Piecing together her story, Eventyr was able to determine that they were sisters – or at least family of sorts. It seemed that the wolves of their clan did not want them. They had been seen as cursed. The pale runner did not like that she understood why. She found herself curiously thinking of the girl’s other part. Was Anja cursed with the colors of two clans, as well? How had Kvit blessed her when she shared the darkness of Svart?

I see. The white figure’s tail wavered once. Only partial answers could be found in the halfling’s tale. Eventyr was not surprised that they had been cast out from their people. It was fortunate that they were not killed, despite their mother’s role in the clan. Cursed was cursed.

Eventyr tilted her head softly.

What will Anja do in these lands? That seemed a better question. If this one was not of her own free will – if she was tethered spiritually to Anja – then it would do no good to ask her of her plans. The leader of their duo, however, was more promising.