Galmar Stone-Fist’s big test was to bring him some ice wraith teeth. It wouldn’t have been a problem at all if not for the fact that the wraith whose teeth he wanted resided at Serpentstone Island northeast of Winterhold. Liska followed her part of the way but stopped at the point where the forest ended and the endless plains of snow began. She sat underneath a pine tree and regarded Selene with trusting eyes, and Selene sighed sadly. “I know it’s not safe for you to come any farther, but how will I find you when I come back?” Liska gekkered in response, and she knelt and scratched the fox behind the ears. “Take care of yourself, little one.” With a tear in her eye, she turned and continued her trip north.
Shh, Whisper... 