Duck Lake and every day i'd save a quarter of my pay

a change overcame ruenna, noted by thorn in the subtle flick of an ear. she looked purposeful, and as she announced both the history of her natal pack and the resolution to see him in the morning, the dark eyjolfur obliged with a cant of his head in understanding. 

tying up loose ends was sometimes not an easy affair. the blackened hound gave her a brief look of commiseration. good luck, he intoned with a sweep of his tail, readying himself to prepare for her leave. 

he hoped earnestly that ruenna’s farewells would be quick and painless — and that tomorrow, he would see her at this very spot ready to leave it all behind for something far better.