Greatwater Lake Synkverv

It doesn’t exactly surprise her when another wolf appears at what must be a popular watering hole. She pushes onto all fours and turns in one fluid movement, eyeing the lanky, svart stranger with yellow eyes. Her own eyes narrow a little, though she does not want to thwart a chance to ask after her sister.

Without returning the male’s greeting, Berserkir asks pointedly, Eventyr? Do you know?