Neverwinter Forest where silence comes

A smile touches Vallkyrie's expression as the male repeats the name back to her. The trees brushing against one another in the breeze and with it comes the scent of Mal, followed by footfalls. The huntress turns head over slim foreleg, seeing the gray and black molted Alpha's approach. She holds back her frown, for he obviously is not the overly chipper wolf he once was and with good reason. Now that he was pained with recent loss he still was friendly enough, maybe even a "normal" friendliness that some may show to a stranger at their border. Even on Mal's saddest day he was more sociable then some on an every day occasion. 

Turning back round to the small white wolf, she silently listens to his explanation. He wished to join them. Something Kyr honestly hadn't exacted for one reason or another. They did have space and loyal, honest members who would be here for the pack was needed. She wondered as a member, what role he might play within the ranks... A hunter, like herself? A medic, sitter? She was silent however, giving Mal the floor.