Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

They accepted his words, if not reluctantly, and Svalinn shifted on his feet as a sense of relief washed over him. Understood, he said to the sing-song leader before inclining his head to all three wolves that stood before him. He glanced upon the hare at Jorunn's paws. Until then, I will bury prey for Sapphique here, along this border, as often as I can while your pack heals.

Another militant nod, then he hastily excused himself -- lest they change their minds -- and loped back down towards the Sound.

thought i posted this a millennia ago ;-;