Wapun Meadow A bed of flowers, a good place for a nap

Her time had been pleasant! A testament, she hoped, to how the wolves had changed over the years they all had lived here. They’d worked to sow peace in the Valley. Perhaps the wolves beyond the mountains did the same.

Taktuq tipped her head with a shy smile at Vale’s sweet words. Thank you, she said, when I was young, there were wolves in this Valley who were not so kind, but those wolves have gone, and the other packs who live here now — Silvertongue’s in the Hollow, and Akavir’s along the Creek, work with us to ensure the safety of every wolf who lives here.

Vale would learn more of these packs in time. Though she gave pause to Taktuq’s invitation, she only betrayed the signs of one who quietly considered. Still, the Modir hoped — and soon enough, those hopes took life.

Taktuq’s smile brightened and she laughed. It would be hard — to appreciate this Valley and the lands beyond. Even a world-worn traveller needs a place to call home. And perhaps once she’d settled, she might even like to be a ranger or a scout for them — though these words could come later. Vale would have a full life in Kvarsheim, and already, Taktuq yearned to bring her to Gunnar, and Tauris, and every Brodir and Systir! If not for the hunt she would have howled to make her known to the rest. But as it was, we are near the rabbits now, and when we catch one, let the meal be your first as a Systir of Kvarsheim.