6/11/2025, 10:17 PM
There was a call by her borders, and so Solulfur answered. Some things had not changed with the plague's concerning encroachment upon her mind's ever-churning schemes.
The snow was alight with sunlight, the wind a thing with fangs and muscle behind it today. The fra Nordri paid it little mind, and picked her way along the mountain's terrain with the catlike grace characteristic of her since her youth. The brightness of the day made it difficult to spot the stranger by the borders in any detail, until she was closer and within speaking distance.
A boy, timber-colored and muscular. He remained on the neutral side of the borders respectfully, which earned some modicum of approval from the Mediator as she looked him up and down. A twitch of her nose told her little thanks to the wind, but she didn't pick out the telltale signs of many wolves on his pelt. A loner, perhaps, but one so young? Unusual.
Solulfur halted a comfortable distance from the boy, offering him no softening of her features regardless of his age. He was not of Avon and so he was met with the same calculating regard she would offer most any stranger so close to her packlands, especially with their own pups within the territory to guard.
You have arrived on the borders of Dawnbreak. I am Sólúlfur frá Norðri. State your business.
