Stone Circle In the cold bright dawn

Solveig would be the first to set eyes upon the man as he returned, and as any Valkyrie would upon spotting a stranger at the borders, she strode toward him with a stride that devoured the ground even though she came at a walk. She sported a confidence that was deft and natural- all but her gaze, which watched him with mindful care. 

He was angular. The tone of his pelt looked as if it had once found shadows in the daytime, and had decided to remain slightly darker than a typical grey wolf coat. His eyes, however, gleamed as if lit from within, and there was an expression in them that gave him a bit of what Solveig would have called “stink-face” if she had been dealing with one of her own children.

Hael of sæl, She greeted nevertheless, choosing not to take the stern look in his gaze too seriously. Some wolves simply couldn’t help it. I am Solveig, and you have come to Kvarsheim. She informed him. Why is it you come here, hmm?