Blacktail Deer Plateau raven clan

Eivor empathized, which Solveig appreciated. While it was a mark of honour to command a thriving pack in the most hostile environment, she found no use for such titles herself if it meant watching packmates shiver and freeze. Her days of roving across frozen tundras were over; now, she wanted comfort. 

She nodded. Fine neighbours, She said. A few came to join us, months ago. Other clans live nearby as well- happy to trade and expand their sisterhood, and we make good trade with them and hunt with them but we will keep to our own practices here. She was not willing to shed her customs and learn those of another culture- not when it meant losing her own.