Boartusk Heights Klatre

A clan of warriors, so not too unlike the Svartravn clan of their home. Jörmungandr nodded his head as the healer spoke of her plans within the settlement. The dark wolf was most surprised to hear that she had settled with wolves who did not share their faith. The raven god could not have been pleased by this. Even the one-eyed man found hesitation.

Furthermore, he was not keen on the nosiness of the Brunhilde woman who appeared to inch closer to their talking space. Jörmungandr regarded her again with a cold stare. If she wished to be rude, it was best to get it out of the way. There was no need to sulk around the background while he spoke with the healer. Besides, the white woman seemed to have taken interest of some kind in their shared words. Jörmungandr wondered if she shared their language.

It did not matter to him if she wished to listen. She was unimportant in his eye – tainted by the color of her fur.

She is a pale-coat.

Jörmungandr blinked once at Maiken. He wondered what she might say to this perversion of their belief.