Redhawk Caldera I'm wide-eyed, and it's midnight

sorry for the late response -- I broke one of my wrists and sprained the other, but the sprained one is getting better so I can manage!

"Better," she said, offering him a slight smile. He was trying his best and although it wasn't perfect, she genuinely appreciated the effort he was putting forth. "It was very cold," she responded to Shrike's statement. He asked who Mordur was too, but that was a bit more complicated to explain, especially without making her look bad.

"Mordur was my þræll. That means servant," she paused. "My pack is ruled by my family, each member has a þræll of their own," she spoke slowly, drawing out her words in order to be understood clearly. "My servant was Mordur. However, I considered Mordur a friend and treated him like my brother which...is not allowed," she trailed off, leaving the rest up to interpretation. "Now, I am here."

She listened as Shrike explained his connection to Peregrine. "Cousin? Oh." They didn't seem very similar, but then again, she had only met the two breifly.