Northstar Vale Sleep off the destruction

On long, lean limbs the young man would rise to his full height by the willing command of the pale woman which stood before him. Head evermore tilted downward by his lowered muzzle, those fiery eyes cast to the side and up, once more taking in the features of her war-torn appearance. Despite her marring, she looked delicate and willowy, though held herself gracefully, elegance...

He was in the realm of their Court. Aiolos in his desperation to free himself from the onslaught of the quakes had managed to trample into the home of a founding pack. Worry would have plagued him further had it not been for the comforting foreign tongue of the woman before him. She offers him a chance, a trust which he is not accustom to gaining to easily. His eyes shift to the yearling a moment, looking for anything he might give away should the pale Queen's words be anything less then honest. He felt awkward, uncomfortable, as though the honest offering may be underlined with some kind of trick....

But his muscles were sore, his cuts stung and his bones ached. He was tired and worn from travel and the earth had shaken him down to his last will. What choice would he have other then this? How much longer would he survive, now on his own, in a lost land and with winters approach? Perhaps Mother Sea had brought him to their doorstep in order to insure his survival, to bless his endeavor yet. 

You offer this, then, for a wolf whose allegiance remains so split? Between the Vale and women of the Sea? He speaks, questioning, wondering of such an offer to stay temporarily to rest and then offer her Sentry to help him find the lost kin that would, in the end, take him from her? What is the name, then, of the Courted Queen who offers me such leniency? He so desperately had to know.