Kildeer Rest ulfhednar

Inkeri took her ques from her sister. She to pushed herself to her full height, but her gaze kept watching the dark one and teh raven. There was a dark raven. Dark raven. She gave a quiet noise of irritation at the dark raven, while deep inside she felt a longing to love the dark one as she loved Kvit, but she shook her head. No, she couldn't, she wouldn't. Anja would fix this, she would fix the bridge, so she brushed a muzzle cross her sister's shoulder and she waited, and watched.