Blackfoot Forest Flykte

Eventyr did not know how to approach this subject with the healer. The pale wolf had left her clan behind because she had not agreed with their desire for war. She had denied the will of the Kvitravn wolves. Even knowing this, she was unable to see how this medicine woman could put aside the beliefs of her clan and seek to treat both the worshipers of Kvit and Svart. How many others were out there?

I do not seek to stop you. If it is your spirit’s purpose, you will fulfill it. That was all that needed to be said about that. Eventyr bit her tongue to keep herself from mentioning how naïve it seemed. She did not know this one well enough. All she knew was that a hundred warrior hearts could not stop the judgement of the gods.

Perhaps it will be different here. The moon silver of her eyes shifted to their surroundings.