Stone Circle I slithered here from Eden

“I know you don’t,” She blinks, not quite understanding how- but she knows.

It is more than a show of good faith. Of quick notice is how frail this wolf is, and how he favors a leg. They are not a warrior, perhaps not even a hunter in this state. And yet, his eyes are wide and there's humility there. She warms to him anyway, lowering her posture, shifting back to invite the ravenous stranger through the wooded barrier that mark this edge of the highlands for Kvarsheim.

“What is your name?”