Gyrfalcon's Keep Why the holiest hearts can feel the strongest palpitations

Solveig settled next to Asvoria, her devoted Shieldmaiden always. She licked her lips, but was otherwise as silent as a stone while their high priestess waited for their packmates to gather.

Seeing their numbers grow made Solveig’s heart beat proudly. There were wolves drawn to them, new to their gold, who would learn their ways; the ways of the Old Gods.

Their sacrifice would be an offering, and an opportunity for them to become closer. It would endear the newcomers to the Gods they now worshipped them; and Solveig scanned their faces for any sign of hesitation or skepticism.