Unbound

Keeping a fire going more permanently didn't really matter to her. Satisfied with her attempt, she handed back the flint and steel, shoving them back his way with a single paw. Though she'd be heading away before long, she didn't mind sitting around and chatting for a bit longer. What brought her this way, anyway? Eyrún had to pause and think for a moment. The fire, as well as meeting her ravens, had proved to be quite distracting, apparently. "I was hoping to get through this forest before day broke," she explained with a shrug. Why didn't really matter, but that had been her goal. "But a sign from the gods above distracted me a bit from my goal. Tell me, have you heard of Odin?" Eyrún was no fool - she knew not all wolves believed in the Allfather, but if he showed any interest or recognition she wouldn't hesitate and sharing what she knew, and explaining what signs she'd been sent by him tonight. It was a peculiar story, even if he didn't believe, and sparking even a hint of curiosity in someone who didn't really believe would be considered a success by her. A small success, sure, but a success nonetheless.