Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

She could feel her sister's ire. She did not like having a man linger so nearby- not in hopes of joining them, but simply to wait for his daughters to come. That, at least, she could appreciate and forgive. She felt uncomfortable, having another wolf settle on Ankyra Sound...But he had helped them, when they had needed it most. His job had been without thanks, but she figured by allowing him his request, they might have their debt paid. 

His reluctance to speak didn't seem to stem from the chance it was a lie- instead, it appeared to be more of a burden he felt might sound better coming from the source. She did intend to speak with Val, afterwards- and if there was any discrepancy between their stories, she could just as easy hound Svalinn away from the Sound. 

The news fell heavily, but at the same time...It was not impossible. She felt none of her affinity for Val disappear; he was every bit her brother as he had been when they'd been young. It was slightly alarming to then have to admit than a man who was not their blood relation was so deeply rooted in the pack- but he'd been raised as one of them from infancy. Valravn was as integral a part of Sappique as he had ever been. He was one of the few wolves in Sapphique who could trace their lineage back to Rusalka, as well.

Her expression smoothed slightly, though there was a slight crinkle in the skin at the corners of her eyes. Grief found its way back to her. She felt herself tiring fast. She gave him a nod, and turned her softened gaze to her sister and Jorunn.

"Svalinn 'as 'elped us after de attack.
I feel what 'e says...no honesty lacks. 
We accept your gift, but need to know more-
when your daughters come, what is it you will do on de Sound's shore?"

The Sound was immediately adjacent to them. Would he seek to found a pack, or was this simply designated as a meetup place?