The Heartwood There is no end, only a new beginning.

Oh no no no, I have no family. Einn answered as he trailed behind Rokkur Mánison of Forneskja. I am an exile, you see. My family does not accept me as family, so I do not accept them as family.
He then tilts his head slightly as he remembers one family member. His sibling. Except for my dear sister Eir. She was always the sweetest.

As the dark wolf followed, he noticed Rokkur was heading towards the forest ahead. So we are going there. What's in there anyway? A dusky place like that is a prime spot for spirits, I'd imagine. He licks his lips as another thought crosses his mind. Hopefully there are just as much prey. I haven't eaten a real mean in a year or so. As... Pitiful as that sounds.