Blackfoot Forest Flykte

The pale wolf was uncertain about Maiken’s next words. The dark one said that there could be uncivilized wolves in the new land – wolves who did not have faith in Svart or Kvit. Eventyr understood well enough that there would be strangers who would not know the sacred ravens or their power. Beyond this, she could not understand what this- this dark-fur could bring to them that would compel them otherwise. She had not said as much, but her confident tone was enough for Eventyr to fill in the blanks on her own, to assume what she thought was a missionary’s journey.

And what will you do for them?

The coldness in her gaze had lost its curiosity. A creeping sense of frustration had started in her chest and was working its way to her limbs. The Kvitravn and Svartravn clans were infuriatingly arrogant. But even the pale runaway carried the very same tenacity. No amount of running could steal that from her bones.

Perhaps they are more civilized than you know… Unlikely, but Eventyr wanted to push some buttons.