Northstar Vale word of mouth

stærk does not flinch beneath the piercing gaze of the larger wolf as he approaches. the authority in his stance is undeniable, his words curt and cutting, but stærk is no stranger to such posturing. he stands firm, though the ache in his limbs and the dull throb of old wounds remind him that he is far from his best. still, his single eye burns with a quiet intensity, one that speaks to a will forged in harsher places.

i come bearing word from forneskja, stærk begins, his voice low but steady, each word measured with precision. he does not offer deference, only the respect afforded to a wolf who stands in their own power. your pack is invited to the union of sólhárr and callyope, hárkonungr and elska of forneskja. their bond will soon be made before the gods, and your presence has been requested as a sign of unity.