Firefly Glen [PHE] ice bite

Sven followed behind Eivor happily. Slate grey eyes taking in the foliage. But the scent caught him sharply and brought with it a dark day. It was the scent his father had worn the days when he had died. Upon his return. 

So this was one of the swiftcurrent wolves. He had met the larger one once but the man had quickly left after delivering a message.

A bow of his head. Hallo