Stavanger Bay archaic

He shifts closer to her, smiling a conspirators grin, and her own smile dances still on her muzzle. Samothes confirms what she knows, and she hums contemplatively a moment, thinking the name rather dark, repeating it curiously. "ravensblood. why is it named so?" she wonders aloud, glancing to the male as he continues.  He speaks next of legacies, and she understands, in part; not an alpha's child, but one of the few under the mentorship of her aging parent-figure, one of the few to play hosts to her vast knowledge. A part of her legacy.  "it would be most interesting to witness such a birth," she agrees thoughtfully, never quite having thought of a founding pack like that before.

"I can hardly wander forever; not with winter approaching. it is cold here in the north, I am told, and harsh. I will find a place," she admits, canting a lode towards the male with interest. "can you tell me of  your place?" it seems as good a place as any, perhaps better Samothes is one of them.