Fox's Glade have thrice disturbed the quiet of our streets

Sif's ears flicked back against her head at Hella's thanks, and then forward in curiosity when a warm head was laid on her forelegs. Instincts carried over from her time with Fen bade her shift her legs and and lift her head, creating a space for Hella's head to rest comfortably against her chest. Fussily, she began to groom at the girl's soiled pelt, ears still quirked toward her to pick up the soft, sweet sound of her voice.

"I im from... from ocean," she replied, flashes of a cold beach and Doe's yellow eyes stilling her for a moment. But she was far from those memories, and far bigger than Doe had ever been. "Then move to... grass. Wide, big grass. Stay with Fen, but he... he utløpe. Died. Then here, and fine Wardruna. Hella." The sentence was punctuated with another, more confident nuzzle. "You? From where?"