Moonstone Quarry wasteland, baby!

feel free to skip around me once Sólhárr arrives! I'll pop a post in as needed.

A young man strided along the outskirts of their borders, calling to the wolves of old northern ways from within. It was with a curious step did Anoana come along to the call, despite a lack of place as guard among her packmates. They were still new to this quarry and Anoana would fill the roles where needed, at least until Sólhárr could make his own presence and judgement here. 

Welcome to Forneskja, ungur úlfur. She greets with a small, yet warming smile as she continues to stride closer towards him and their borders.