Flycatcher Downs Vindhviða

The wind had brought a familiar scent before the rumble of greeting reached her left ear. It flicked, and then her head turned toward the approaching figure of the scorched wolf. Moonlit eyes lit up and her ears perked in recognition. Dangling off the curve of the trunk she sat upon, her tail wagged. 

She remained where she was seated but there was room should the giantess opt to join her. Arnarkla wondered if she might be guided somewhere else that evening.