“Ylva…” Marrok said, “ You have a peculiar scent to you… lilacs and Moon Flowers,” with a hint of bewilderment in his features though it didn’t prevent him from running through his mind of the situation at hand --- there were five bodies to put away and they were part of the most feared Kingdoms wolven kind could provide for the many civilizations of the valley. Their black coats and blank white eyes that were once a teal color were stacked in a disheveled pile with their weapons and armor taken and bundled for the trek back. They would receive the Rights of the Howling as any honorable wolf would receive for simply obeying the laws of its pack to the very end no matter what kind of dark plans they were attempting to help usher.<br/><br/><br/>“So what do you want us to do…?” Miraland asked as she paced back and forth, almost inspecting Ylva for signs of weakness or perhaps a hidden evil within her, “<i>She obviously has a story of some kind</i>”<br/><br/><br/>“I for one am not afraid,” Garmlin said, “ It was a miracle she was able to avoid the ones we had to take out --- frankly I am impressed at least for now. I follow your lead as always Marrok,”<br/><br/><br/>“We can always put a hood over her and suppress her sense of smell if we are going to take her back --- and if she checks out well… I guess you can decide from there,” said Arinel who was more inviting than the other two, being the smallest, youngest, yet with a far more prudent pack member than most gave him credit for.<br/><br/><br/>“We won’t know or even have the right to ask out here,” Marrok replied as he looked into Ylva’s eyes, “Right now --- let us…retreat before there are many more that may be lingering. My name is Marrok Darkhaven, and I am the pack leader of the Fjorn Forrest. I firmly am in the belief that we’ll soon have to expect more and in larger numbers… so we might as well learn as much as possible from you if you’d care to share your tale.<i>Mind you --- this isn’t a blank slate</i>. You are not yet trusted in this pack but we will treat you as any fellow pack would as the tradition demands…but I am no traditionalist. Quite frankly, at the end of the day, I could care less what pack they came from or who that was I had just shot --- he sounded and smelled like a sniveling henchman of some kind. I’ve heard rumors and some things that have trickled down about the Evergreen Pack<i>. I would like to hear your story.</i>We of the Fjorn Woods do not hold pre contempt nor do we prejudge…but we do mistrust until proven otherwise. I cannot allow you to see how to get to our hideout and you’ll have to be blind-folded, but I assure you with the most honorable assurances that no harm will come to you lest this is some ruse. Once that is decided, I will be more than happy to introduce you to this pack. I am sure you have much to say but it is in my view that most don’t speak comfortably lest by a fire and a belly full of food,”<br/><br/><br/><i>The one named Arinel had walked up to Ylvan with a burlap sack and readied it.</i><br/><br/><br/>“Alright now lady…” he said, “If I may, I promise you’ll be lead with the utmost care,”