The Sentinels Hi-dilly-ho, neighborino!

the lovely deirdre equally admired the other in front of her own eyes. never before had deirdre seen such an exotic blend, and to deirdre the other was a rare beauty. her emerald eyes sparkled as her tail swayed behind her, and her head tilted as the woman mentioned being his 'vessel'. how she meant it, deirdre was unsure--but the stranger was not chagrined to admit it, and so the term did not seem as  though this beauty before her was treated in an ill manner.

your master has saved me on more than one occasion, she hummed gratefully, he has informed me of his intent to settle next-door... you and i may soon be neighbors! and so i welcome you to the coast, a broad, heartfelt grin came to her lips as she spoke this. saltwinter was so very far, and donnelaith had never had neighbors before. it was preferred, peaceful as the pack was, but with skellige and his wolves coming into their fold it had become insurance that donnelaith would be untouched. she did not indulge the other in the details of their relationship, not because she intended to omit anything but simply because these did not come to the forefront of her mind when speaking to a new soul. such things were personal to her, and though she dwelled on them when alone they did not come to mind in moments such as these. deirdre was an honest lady with no cause to be wary of strangers and their ill-intent, and so had the thought been there she surely would have informed her of this as well. what may i call you? the girl queried, prepared to introduce herself in kind thereafter.