Moonspear i imagine death so much it feels more like a memory

She was no leader, nor did she aspire to be one, yet Wildfire couldn't resist investigating the howl that rose on the cold air, especially since she was already so near the borders. Giving her red coat a shake, she began traipsing in the direction from whence it came. The voice had sounded young and feminine. Perhaps it was a wayward yearling seeking refuge as winter's icy clutches tightened on the wilderness.

When she spotted the stranger lingering near the borderline, she was immediately struck with a sense of familiarity. The figure, though certainly womanly, reminded her of Floki, Tevinter and Kaylan. Come to think of it, wasn't there also a missing sister? But what were the odds that she would arrive here, within days of Kaylan, who had materialized not long after Tevinter's magical appearance?

If she was their prodigal sibling, then Wildfire supposed the logic didn't matter one bit. There were no less than three to five wolves who would be happy to see her, if she was indeed one of the Loðbrók clan. The young Delta approached, trying not to stare too hard at the other female's crystal blue eyes. Yeah, she's definitely a Loðbrók.

"Hey there," she said when she neared the other young she-wolf. "I'm not a leader but I thought I'd come say 'hi' while we wait for one. I'm Wildfire. Who are you?"