Moonspear I struck a match and blew your mind

For the moment, she was keen enough to sift through the curiosities of the other name, and all it entailed. The newcomers, regardless of by what moniker they knew her comrade, captured the present effectively--travelers, and both medics, too interestingly enough. Ame flicked a silent glance to Hydra when he said he was a hunter primarily as well. Winter made his timing good in that regard, especially when they could use fresh blood to hunt alongside them. 

As she considered Llewellyn a solid enough judge of character, if he should invite them, and to have them follow through enough to land themselves here--then already her ears were perked and they came to her good, albeit formal, graces. However the mountain needed the strong to last, and for her heart to fully be in it, she would always take longer than these introductions would allow.

The short exchange was enough to tell her she was interested in seeing what they could do--and perhaps what her sons and daughters may be able to learn from them. She would not be wise to snub her nose at two able-bodied medics. Good. We should hunt in the morning, she said, eyes alight at the suggestion and hopeful. With an addition of two more, plus Behemoth's recent arrival and the fact that her youngest sons were looking to outweigh her soon, she had confidence that they could rally together something to help stock their stores and feed them all. But first: I think rain is coming, so, settle in should your loyalty be with us on the Spear. Skilled enough wolves can fit in, I believe. She wasn't keen to sugarcoat it since evidently, they were not for the faint of heart here sometimes, and at the same time, thanks to the faintest hints of faraway petrichor on the breeze, she wasn't intending to stall here.