Stavanger Bay archaic

The woman listens quietly as he speaks, deciding that she likes what she hears; a smaller pack is to her preference. So long alone, or with few close companions, does not make for a social butterfly. She must and will adapt to pack life, but slowly. Her thought is interrupted briefly by an erne as it alights nearby, scattering the crows noisily as it claims the carcass. Her gaze is quick to slide back to Samothes, however, and her gaze glints with something not immediately distinguishable. "is not the darkest wood made light?" She replies in turn, a smile softening her features again. The male has surely sparked her interest, that much is evident as she looks to him now. Her gaze turns back to the sky, briefly, and when it returns to Samothes she has made up her mind. "I must leave you now, Samothes. but I will find you again, and Ravensblood, too."  She has much to do before the first frost, and joining a pack will tether her to a single territory. She is confident that she has found a winter home, joined somewhat out of need but also because of the male before her.