Duck Lake ábyrgur

Ilizabeth was padding through a new terrain. She had mainly stayed in the same area since finding these lands but she decided to venture on. She knew this could be dangerous but sooner or later she'd have to learn her way around, learn the others who live here, learn the packs, learn who could be a friend and who couldn't.

She caught the scent of a girl. A young one too, younger than herself. That didn't seem threatening. So Ilizabeth strayed towards her, until she caught her sight. She nearly chuckled when she saw her. The girl just looked like a giant ball of fluff. Her fur texture was quite like her own. But she was still merely a pup and her fur was longer and thicker than Ilizabeth could ever imagine fur being.

"Hi." Ilizabeth said shyly as she came into ears reach of the girl.

Ilizabeth speaks pretty good Icelandic. It is her dads native language, and she learned it from him though it was a while ago. But when she hears Bjarna speak it she will change her tongue to it.