Ripe for the Picking

As they faced one another over the elk the younger spoke of a vision, and Alfrun felt an electric current creep up her spine, rippling her dark pelt and standing her hackles on edge. Her gaze unfocused as the words tumbled over her, and a faint rumble that was half intrigued growl, half hum sounded deep in her thin chest. "I give you greetings once more, my brother's daughter," she said in that lilting singsong. She blinked, focused on the girl once more. "It would seem that we were fated to meet this day." What else but fate and the will of the gods could you call it when a vision had sent the girl so far alone, and for her to have ventured so far from her own usual haunts to share this meal with a stranger only to have them be Taufr's child? "Odin watches over his children yet, to guide our paws to this place together."