Stavanger Bay Yeah I’m gonna be sure about you now.

Times had been rather hard for the young foreigner. Akira kept it calm as she had always done, sapphiric gaze relentless as she pulled her nimble body through the light draft which crossed the lands. It wasn't as cold as what she had expected, and the young Swan thanked the Heavens for it. A light flake fell from above, and while her head was down she could feel it gently settle atop her tricolored pelt. She was aware of everything, having been trained for it since she was little. But here in these lands, she was a nobody. So she would have to prove her heritage, her culture, as she would need to find a home.

Down the coast Akira walked a silent gait, pale pads slushing over wet sand and warmed snow. Of the many scents she had come across, it hadn't been missed the sick that had soured the air, and it was then her impassible oceanics pulled up to see what had wrenched so violently as to spill sick. And ahead of her was another.

"Greetings," she drifted both voice and body to the quivering wolfdog, a pelt of thin silk laid over a canid frame. Simply watching the shakes, Akira stopped her slow walk and remained still. The sick wasn't of disease. Perhaps this woman had mated in this season - it was the Heat, afterall. And perhaps it was coming to fruition.

However first and foremost however, Akira paid mind to the woman's pack-scent. And swiftly, she dipped into a bow, both forelimbs pulling herself into a taunt and humble crescent as her head dipped low to the beach. Pulling herself up, Akira asked to potential Mother-To-Be, light peck of words trying not to waste any of the woman's time. "I seek a family. Should I be allowed, I will give my skills." Would the woman rather be left alone, however, as she got herself together? It was rude to pry into someone's business, so Akira forced herself to not ask.

The woman was humble, and would have made a good bride for Akira’s people- but she might have been the bride of another, already. A light nod to the woman’s introduction, and returned one of her own. A gentle flush of wind chimes skated soft as azure feathers over the howl of the wind. “I am Akira, a daughter of the Blue Swan dynasty.”

Another bow, a bit more shallow now that they had become acquainted. Appreciation shone brilliant shimmers of lovely tones in the Tibetan wolf’s voice as she straightened again. “You are kind, Elixir; but it seems you are not well enough to travel too far...can you make it? Motherhood is a blessing curse as much as it is a curse blessing.” Concern lightly dotted neat calligraphy in harmonic vocals to the obsidian wolfdog.

She knew it was not her business to ask, but worry for a blooming mother, a fellow ailed sister, was what made her so bold as to inquire.