Raven's Watch water up the nose

His brothers words stuck with the paler wolf, observing her with ever the stony countenance. Though the child was alone, there was something that unnerved the man about such a situation. There was no góð tíðindi afoot in this moment; a wayward child could spell vandræði for the duo under the wrong circumstances. A wolf of the ice though he was, however, Stjornuati could not leave such a young thing along in good conscience.

A grimace twisted his expression, looking to Solpallur after several long moments. Kannski. Við gætum farið á ströndina og skilað barninu til þeirra. It would be a detour from their journey. Then again, maybe it was not, seeing as the raven that fluttered back and forth with its morsels of food to share had chosen the girl.

Eat, sá litli. Raven befriends you. Feeds you. And to his brother, he spoke. Hringdu í Engi. Spyrjum hana.