Her fellow Dawnbreakers had not yet diverted from their duties to attend to her call, and the enthusiasm of the new recruit at her heels was beginning to flag. He had gotten quieter and quieter trudging through the snow behind her, and Solulfur finally paused in her striding through the territory to peer at him over her shoulder. The snow-filled wind cut through the Vale harshly, pressing her fur against her frame and whining in her ears before she seemed to come to a conclusion and whirled to face forward again.
She didn't know how long he'd been on his own, fending for himself, and she knew from experiencing how trying such survivalism could be. She'd come out of it stronger, but she was not a proponent of needless hardship. The mountain offered plenty of trying tests on its own, and wolves who sought to craft new cruelties instead of permitting the land to exercise its own were foolish.
Komdu, þú hlýtur að vera svangur. Ég mun sýna þér einn af skyndiminni okkar og þá getum við beðið í gryfjunni minni þar til einn af fyrstu flokkunum okkar er tiltækur til að tala við þig.
