Bearclaw Valley Jakt

A quiet hum fell from her lips.

Anja sought to bridge the clans, to bring them together. The halfling stated that there were others who did not see things the way she did, the way Anja did too. Eventyr did not believe that a seer could predict the repair of the two warring clans. As she stood on new ground and spoke with the halfling, the pale wolf knew that her sister hunted her. Berserkir would find her, in time.

It is difficult to make the river flow the opposite way. A small frown met her lips.

Eventyr wondered what the cursed ones would do when faced with death.

And if they hunt you? Moon silver eyes locked to the other woman’s face. Eventyr’s expression did not shift or waver. She wished to know what the peacebringers would do in the face of violent snapping fangs and brute strength.