Deepwood Weald For that with which you are.

Even if they were related… >:) heheh.

Jörmungandr listened. His features were grim, unmoving. Only once in her speaking did he cant his head from one side to the other. Maiken had been the runt of her litter. Her father had wanted to kill her. She even referenced her scars, as though that should speak for the troubles she had suffered. It was not wise to mention scars before the black wolf. He was riddled in them, marred from snout to haunch with the memories of his victims.

Hm.

The noise was something akin to thoughtfulness. The dark man pulled his attention from her and fixed his single eye on the distant trees. His expression did not change. Runts were not common in his home. They would have been pariahs. It was fortunate that Maiken had been given the chance to be a healer. She had been able to live a life under Svart’s glory.

Everyone has scars.

The man’s single eye shifted back to her.

Actually XD he pretty much sucks and she deserves the world better! Hahaha!