Fishblight Mire trials and tribulations

Menta shook her head for a moment, not quite understanding Lagertha's "Viking" until she said.. varrior? Oh, warrior - il guerriera stood before her, although she certainly wasn't acting like anything of the sort currently. That made even more sense of why she had to follow orders - warriors simply obeyed, they did not make up their own rules or terms by which to live. Kattegat also meant nothing to the cream wolf, but she turned her shaking head into a nodding one to acknowledge Lagertha's words.

The cream wolf wondered sometimes if she had an accent - to this female, undoubtedly - that sounded foreign to wolves in this area, although she did note that many had come from places far away themselves. It seemed that this region, and even her own pack, was a collection of diversity. Menta didn't mind it, having never being particularly xenophobic - but it did rise her curiosity to levels that were probably rude. Why did you leave? she asked now, ignorant at the potential for sore feelings and offense.