Bearclaw Valley Silence, then...

the call is for her parents, but she comes anyway. it's not a long trip—she's accustomed to prowling the borders, marking where she can. anything to keep their enemies out (and, perhaps, the rest of them in, as they hemorrhage numbers). she's not far when she hears the howl, and so she answers it, coming eventually upon the woman.

her eyes rake over the ivory pelt, then widen a bit as they reach the russet. much like hers. . . the stranger looks how Avicus must in the snow, a blotch of red against a white expanse. she gazes silently for a bit before meeting the woman's eyes.

what. . .can i help you with? Avicus asks, remembering her father's greeting to an unfamiliar face—though having been so silent since returning, it takes a moment for the words to come back to her tongue. nevertheless, she assumes her usual regal posture, chin lifted and shoulders squared.

she is smaller than the woman, true, but that does not mean that she is (or should look) any less.