Wheeling Gull Isle Good Tidings

His ear flicked to the gentle sound of a voice, soft and slurred with a heavy accent to the left. Following with his head, Greyback turned to the sandy woman far off, taking in her appearance. She was lithe, small and petit and wholly opposite from the wolves of Easthollow, perhaps she wasn't even a wolf at all? He had often seen mixed species scattered across these lands, perhaps this woman was no different. Regardless, he dipped his head to her in a greeting, a small smile on his greying muzzle.

"It is quite beautiful— a lovely home. I hope I am not ...intruding with my presence." Greyback rumbled before he winced once the smell of her wafted towards him. He knew well that spring had come, and with it the mating season. Over the years he had come to collect experience of this time, but now old, and now devoted to Valette he no longer found himself affected.


However, it did make for awkward encounters. "What may your name be?"