Stavanger Bay As the Tide Returns

since atka had been named læknir she had spent much time on the outskirts of the keep. the pressing importance of knowing what grew where and when was fresh in her mind. the snowy woman's ears swiveled towards the sound of someone moving at a hurried pace. the smell was rather familiar?

❝hey!?❞ atka called out, attempting the stop the individual from furthering into the keep.

this wolf looked like heph, snow had thought. wait.

❝heph?❞ her voice bordered on shaky, the disbelief fresh and raw.

the comfort of her friend had been absent for too long, she wondered if the goodbyes and whispered promises of reunion would be true. every thought had circled around heph in this moment, the meeting, the travel, and the depart. was this her?