And work she does; setting about inspecting the dead and what may come. The soil is well enough for a garden, perhaps good as they would get so close to the sea. Various species could grow through anything, striking against loose sand as if it were nothing, but not all. And if she is to rear any group within these walls, then they need herbs to care for the ill, injured and mothers-to-be.
It is during these administrations that a summon beckons attention; a respectable note that leaves Valyri blooming. Intrigued, she lifts her head. Lips part and answer back; a welcome for the stranger at the door—it’s open.
With permission acquired, she suspects the wanderer to do as he pleases; to take to the Bay and complete the mission he has at hand, or to find her, if he desires. A game of hide and seek.
Alas, she is not difficult to find, among the meadow she tends to and those of keen ears would follow her melodic voice to the spot. Her head lifts from her tending—she took in honey yellow eyes first, and then the pale nose. Lanky, just as the last had been; Kraken. The Wilds foster many young, it seems, and it brings promise.
Hello,
she greets with the delicate pulls of a smile upon a downcast muzzle. Heavy-lidded eyes grasp the wag of the stranger’s tail, and her own mimics. Cute. Is there something you need?
Ah, yes.
Curiosity is understandable in such circumstances, and Valyri’s own is piqued following his information—it brings forth the fact he has been around longer that she and Nefris have. He knows these lands, perhaps having investigated the coast further than the girls have.
I am Valyri, and my companion is Nefris,
she introduces, and as she continues on as she turns to face him, giving him her full attention; we’ve no ill intentions, or desire to cause unrest. The Bay has become a home to us.
Well met, Astaroth.
Once upon a time, Valyri would have tagged along a title, or perhaps rebelled against the nature of manners in whole. It is odd to think back on it, and even more-so as she realizes the balance she must maintain in this situation; of not being a true pack, nor much of a group, but making her intentions apparent.
Yes, for now.
There is hope their numbers would rise, but it takes time—understandably, for she must gain the trust of the people. And thus, she poses her own question, returning to the curiosity of his travels; Is your home near?
Whisps on the wind and the plentiful location would suggest there would be—Valyri and Nefris couldn’t be the only wolves that found themselves lured to the tranquil sanctuary along the coast. She is certain even more realms lurk further in-land, a much needed quest to be uncovered later.
Hm,
she hums with the soft dip of her muzzle, sympathizing with his new found allegiance to none. Minrathous had been horrid more than it’d been home, but still, she, too, found herself missing the acquainted parts of it. Those bits that weren’t awful. You are welcome to join us in the Bay, if it ever suits you.
Ah, a wanderer—fitting the roguish vibes of a boy beyond his year. He suits the image of a young gentleman; charming around the edges with experience to grasp and devour. Dignified with mannerism, yet underneath the surface all the girls wonder what lurks.
Valyri ignores such types, in the past they’ve proven to be trouble and not worth the costs. Yet she finds herself allured against such odds, curious to see if he is more than impressions come across. She likes what she sees.
You may visit whenever you need a rest,
she invites, pleased. Of course he is welcome for other reasons should he seek it. Might you repay us with tales of your grand adventures? I always enjoy a good story.
Especially one with information.