Stavanger Bay thorwald's cross

The call that rose up in the air was reassuring. It did not hold the threat of violence nor irritation; she was asked to wait paitently, so she continued to do so until the beast that it belonged to trotted up from the hidden depths of the territory. Solveig watched her with a keen eye; were all the she-wolves of the Teekon's so small? The pack female was garbed in colors of earth and soot. She bore an ear that did not quite stand so straight though they were both remarkably large. But most notable of all was the roundness she presented between her flanks. 

A pregnant female had come to greet her, and risked her unborn children to do so. That took courage. 

"Heil," she replied warmly. "Thank you for meeting me. I am Solveig, from the north, and I seek a home." It was very much in her personality to be so blunt, but her tone suggested she had not done this before. In short: she was nervous.