Spotted Eagle Mountain What you know about rocking a wolf on your noggin?

As trusting as Rheia was she could only translate so much, and so fast. When the stranger began mentioning that the mountain was her own home, she struggled with keeping up - watching her behavior and body language more than listening to the words. This resulted in a mixture of scrutiny and amusement from Rheia. She knew some words - sister, mountain, and might've figured out queen had there been an explanation; however, she heard what she wanted to hear.

And she began to laugh. It was a little sound, shy, but somehow Rheia felt comfortable enough in this other girl's presence to let down some of her guard. You? On mountain? Yes! Oh, be sister! Sister to Sif too! Her tail was fanning behind her body at a slow pace that quickened until she was thwacking at the sparse grasses peeking through the snow. Sif, Rheia and -- ah, name? Who is -- name?