Riv Mig Sund

The nebula-clad woman wandered the nearby area, pondering the hunt and unsuspecting predator that she and Viðarr had found. Tove had never felt alive as she had when fighting alongside the shadow. Thoughts carry away her mind as she walks and it isn’t until duel-toned eyes spy the dark form of Viðarr near the fire that Tove realizes where she is. Blinking, she eyes the pelt he has laid out and the nebula wolf becomes excited. Bouncing forward, she says, “Hey Viðarr! Mind if I join you? I would like to learn how you tan a hide so well.” Moving to take a seat next to the shadow, she offers him a huge grin as picks up a sharp rock to try and help.

"Tove Baade"