Gyrfalcon's Keep in all chaos there is calculation [m]

The brutish woman smirks at his deflection, showing teeth in her mirth. "You are quite bold." She remarks thoughtfully as she sheaths her fangs and smiles; it reaches her eyes. "Solveig." A pink tongue lashes across her lips, catching some of the blood as it slides back into her mouth. Suddenly she springs off the rock and comes to rest within reach of him, but does not invade his space further. She is equally bold, but does not fear him. His healing wounds are not debilitating enough to prevent attack, but somehow she finds herself trusting his intentions.

"You are a pack wolf. Where are they?" She queries, scrutinizing his wounds with a thoughtful glance and an amiable wave of her tail.