Perrin Aybara
The Gentle Blacksmith Who Speaks with Wolves
Axe in hand, hammer on my back — wolves at my side.
I speak with wolves. They call me Young Bull and Long Tooth. I’d rather be called blacksmith. Every time I swing this axe, it feels wrong — like I’m betraying who I should’ve been. Faile says I carry too much on my shoulders. She’s sharp, and fierce, and mine. I’ve seen fire and blood and still I stand, not because I want to lead, but because I must protect what’s left.
What I'm Into: the forge, Faile’s fire, wolf dreams, two rivers spring, steady hands
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