Ulv's Longbow

Ulv was always the silent hunter, in more ways than one. While it was true that no word ever left his lips, his footsteps, breath and, most importantly, his arrows, were all equally devoid of sound. The Wild Knights would jokingly call him the Silent Killer – though over time the crueler members of the order called him the Silent But Deadly, knowing he lacked the capability to argue back. The boy took these insults with quiet grace, never biting back, never reacting. He was used to those little cruelties, having faced them all his life.

He had carved the bow himself and once walked Ravanna through the process. The two of them were as true a friendship as could ever be hoped for. No lingering romantic tensions. No transaction or debt. No honour chained them together. They were friends simply because they were. Because two lonely people found each other and found a comfort in each others eccentricities. The wolf and the bat, platonic soulmates to the end.