Bearclaw Valley Jakt

When the girl spoke, she mentioned someone named Anja. She said that she would go where Anja wanted, that she had been blessed. Eventyr wondered if the unknown Anja was a spirit who had stolen her way into the half-wolf’s head. The only company that had found them was the unknown four-legged creature and the raven. The pale runner wondered if the bird was the one called Anja – blessed by Svart and given the blackest feathers. Eventyr’s pelt twitched slightly at the thought.

Anja is blessed by Kvit? She could speak for you. The blessing of Kvit is a sacred thing. Eventyr did not understand fully. The strange halfling’s words were mysterious. They hinted at something beyond the mortal realm. The white figure shifted her weight upon her paws. You are content to leave your people? This question was weighted in the air. Eventyr was not certain that she could answer such a thing for herself.