Emberwood water keeper

Winter’s Wake did not like to speculate. If he had a question, if his curiosity burned hot enough, he would ask. His attentions had been directed towards the caribou-hunters, and when he spied an opportunity to speak with the wolf who appeared to lead them, he took his chance to approach without a second thought.

He was also tactful. He carried a gift, a hare, a token of peace. And the snowrunner was sure to make his presence known long before coming upon the lounging man. He padded loosely near, posture lank.

Distance kept, affording himself a moment to gauge the stormcloud’s reaction to his presence, he dropped the prey and nudged it forward. Ave, he greeted. I come to share blood with you.