The elk contentedly grunts at the stroking, though his attention is focused on slaking his thirst. "Several months, since I was given the legend-mark Iceblade." Skadi grins proudly at that, having itched for so long to earn one. What Avvar doesn't?

"I hope Kirkwall won't be too hard on him. He's a little large for me to take him around as you do your friend, and too much noise has him skittish. But the mountain air ought to settle him, if we can get in some mountain treks. Him and me both, I don't know how you manage it." She laughs lightly, but it's not a lie that the sea air and crowds of lowlanders are a bit of a shock.