Greatwater Lake Vann

Do not let your anger wither. 

The ruddy woman had visibly softened before him. The stormfire rage that had carried her on hasty paws had diminished to nothing more than a pitiful spark. Jörmungandr almost preferred the hysterical barks for his gaze to turn into something more than the cold stare he had granted her. 

You will need it. Everyone is looking to prove themselves. You will fail if you do not burn hot with motivation. 

The black wolf had offered her all that he could. Useful, only if she took his caution to heart. Those who wallowed in their misery only reaped what they sowed. Misery could fuel her fire, like dry foliage in a crackling storm. Would she waste it?