Blacktail Deer Plateau raven clan

eivor grinned and added her own shout at its end, allowing herself to be led into the halls of the place called raventhorpe. "i welcome your hospitality, solveig. i hope you will hunt with me before i leave."

there were scents of a man here. a husband. but of course; solveig's easy nature and powerful laugh would attract a husband wise enough to appreciate these things. eivor would keep her eyes from their own appreciation while present.

"no business," the ravunulf woman smiled. "please, how long has raventhorpe stood here?"