Firestone Hot Springs 'cause i'm through, when the two

Y’var’la’s eyes traced the subtle ripples his movements sent through the pool. At his reply, her attention shifted back to him, head tilting slightly. She considered his question, drawing in a slow breath. “It’s…different,” she admitted. Her gaze drifted to the rising tendrils of steam, thoughtful. “Less.. lofty than I’m used to, and the wolves… they have a certain edge to them, but it is pretty.” Her lip quirked at the corner, a glimmer of something unspoken. “Including you, it seems.”

The faint smirk didn’t last long before her expression sobered. “I haven’t crossed paths with many yet. You’re the first outside of the hárkonungr, if that flatters you.” Her voice was even, but her eyes danced with something playful, a fleeting challenge. “Do you live up to the reputation of the wolves here, Rökkur? Or am I to set my expectations lower?”