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A tilt of his head was all that the man would use to signify that he did not quite understand, the word mortel lost between her accent and his still growing compendium of the common language. Further still, he could not understand why any wolves would want to live among insects. Her sadness at his query was more interesting to the northerner than the concept of living with bugs and so focused on that, instead.

Why? The question was straightforward and pointed. Had she been cast out? Was she on a search for her own hringja? To be so thin, the female must have been on her own for some time, but there must have been some þrautseigja to her for she was still alive enough to talk and walk.