In answer to her question, Raven threw back her head and howled for her Jarl. After a few moments the white wolf arrived, a scowl on her face. During her time on the Norse coasts, she picked up a bit of the Nord's tongue, and though she had not spoken it in a while, she knew enough to translate what he was saying. Drawing back on her basic Norse, she responded. "Það verður engin þörf fyrir það,"
He was quite younger than she thought he would be. She expected someone older than a year old being a Jarl. Perhaps he was only claiming the title to show his dominance over his subordinate Raven. She answered for the other dark wolf. "I was only speaking to Raven about the possibility of joining the pack I will starting....I wanted to know if you were interested too..."
