Ravensblood Forest Patrol

Before she can complete her pivot, someone barks. The sound reminds Berserkir of the strange beast from the other day, though she soon forgets about it as she regards the youthful guardian approaching. She studies him for a moment, her lips curving into a smile and the tip of her tail wagging as she gives him an approving look.

Young vakt, she says in her thick accent, then amends, I say, guardian. I am Berserkir. You protect Sacrarium, ja? Good. Her lilac eyes twinkle as she speaks, tail still waving slowly. I look for sister, Eventyr. You see?

Before the young one can answer her, another wolf appears. Her tail stills and goes limp as her eyes scan the new arrival from head to toe, noting the chink in his ear and, of course, the missing limb. Berserkir wonders if he’s a warrior too.

I look for sister, Eventyr, she repeats, expression much stonier when she addresses the older man.