Horizon Ridge jenny would dance with her ghosts

A title; a rank. He had confirmed what she had thought to herself and in that moment, she was proud of her own deductive reasoning. Dreadfather would be a particularly silly name for someone to have, but as a title it held a certain sense of power and dignity that she could appreciate.
 
A speaker. She hummed softly, nodding, accepting the word for he surely had a better handle on the language they were speaking to each other than she did. It seemed as if he understood what it was she was trying to say, and so she found herself willing to listen to and respect his opinion on the subject matter. “Yes, speaker.” She stated, confirming verbally what it was he had suggested was correct.
 
He was building a home? For wolves like her? She found some interest in it, blinking for a moment or two as she processed. Bastilica. That must have been the pack scent she caught on his pelt, and furthermore she was right: he was a leader. Perhaps the skills she had carried were not all lost with the great winter… perhaps she did have more abilities than she had thought in her wanderings.
 
“What else is Basilica for?” She asked, curious. Often times others sought out the priestesses of the Saivo for omens of war, good and bad… there was a definite interest in her voice, wondering perhaps if this man had been sent to her in order to guide her to an order where she could be of use.