Falls of the Hinterlands in the reign of the lion,

The approach of the wolf made Åshild’s shoulders bristle, the rumble making her heart rabbit in her chest.

But the white giant appeared to be respectful, keeping her distance to the small canine, and to that, Åshild could only return the same respect.

Hallo. She greeted, giving a short dip of her head and a slow step to the side, allowing the giant to access the water should she like.