Bearclaw Valley Jakt

Ah, her parents had been cross-clan lovers. What a shame that they had left their daughter to deal with the impact of their blasphemy. Eventyr had never seen a wolf come from both Svartravn and Kvitravn. She imagined that if there had been any in her clan, they would have exercised their right to eliminate the pups before they could grow into abominations. As the pale wolf listened to the mixed one speak, she grew uneasy with the realization that they were no different from the rest.

I worship Kvit, too. Whether that had been obvious or not, Eventyr felt it was necessary to show that they had something in common. The mixed woman appeared slightly uneasy, as though waiting for someone who might show up to answer these questions for her. A pale ear swiveled atop the white wolf’s head, scanning for sounds. What will you do here, wolf of two clans?