Twisted Slough a wind age

Was the girl parrotting, or did she speak a similar tongue? The greeting took her aback, but the surprise did not morph across her face; it flashed, a tiny glimmer, in her eyes. Even if the smaller she-wolf was only repeating her response to ease the tension, it endeared her further to Solveig, who learned that she was born of these lands. She was intelligent enough to understand that it was not this spot in particular, but perhaps of the greater plains or the Teekons themselves. Regardless, it was pride that the Northern wolf could relate to.

She swept her muzzle and pointed it towards where the scent of the sea grew strong. "The sea, and whatever lies there for me." Realizing that sounded entirely too mystical, she chuckled and flashed her teeth at Ragna in a carnivorous grin. "But it is nothing to worry about now. I am Solveig, of the North. You?"