Phoenix Maplewood First Flight of the White Raven

Ja, she says softly, jaw clenching as the cogs whirl in her mind.

It’s clear to her that this she-wolf doesn’t know of Eventyr. Even though the stranger’s posture has relaxed, Berserkir feels compelled to make an exit. Her sister isn’t here and she has no desire to socialize, especially with those who wear ibenholt…

Thank, she offers, adding a fleeting dip of her pale head before backtracking and then beginning to lope westward again.