Porcupine Ridge and I told you to be patient

"I am name' Awenfen," the ivory hart proferred, soft as goosedown, maintaining a respectful disposition under the fiery gaze of an unknown man. 

"Awen is fine zough, or Fen if'n ye'd pre-fer," she went on to say, wispy auds perking slightly in surprise as he revealed his status. 

The stone golem was an elder certainly, though she supposed these lands were rather different than the north - less competitive and more familial. While it may have been impossible for a male of Greyback's age to lead in her homelands, things were a whole different hunting field down here. 

"I vould like zat," she answered simply, honestly. Gathering her belongings, she moved to climb up to his perch and sit aside him.