Ravensblood Forest Fifteen there's still time for you

You always manage to nail my character's appearances right on the noggen. XD

The tension bleeds away as a smile illuminates the other woman's expression, and Solveig visibly relaxes. She waves her own tail in greeting, but maintains a distance even as she pads a bit closer for conversation. There is no fear in her movements, but it is a precaution all the same. Her father taught her well; honesty didn't mean a thing when others had no honor.

She, too, gives the other a thorough once-over. The other wolf is much more agile looking, though similar in height. Her ears are large, and balance out the proportions of her face rather well. Solveig is drawn to Alfhildr's eyes; they are a rich, warm shade of brown. She is reminded of the sun skimming off the dark bark of pines in an unusually warm autumn morning.

"Solveig Sterkr," She says in her distinctly unremarkable accent (for having such an exotic name). "Saga? Are you from the norður? North, in common."