Dragoncrest Cliffs deity of scars

Svalinn blinked as the lines of skepticism deepened upon her face. He shook his head, taking another solemn step backwards as she gathered the offering beneath her own paws.

I don’t hope for anything other than Sapphique’s well-being, he answered. I share a history with its founders. This was my sister’s pack. Val is my nephew. I may not belong here, but I will support you where I can. Even if he had to leave rabbits at their doorsteps under the cover of night. My name is Svalinn, he offered in the hopes that she would not be inclined to chase him away if she knew a tidbit more about him.