Stone Circle Bein veiði

Is it okay if we set this before the thread with Riverclan wolves? I figure they should meet before that!

She stayed by the creek, when she could find the clarity to still her wandering feet. This was where Bjarna had brought her first, where they had created that beautiful memory of the day she became part of Kvarsheim. She was sure about that now, thanks to Lestan. She had joined this pack, and she meant to see it through.
That didn't mean any of it was easy, though. The thought of meeting her packmates still felt overwhelming. So when she found someone, she didn't let herself think about it. She walked right up to the man who stood in the creek, though she recognized that he was fishing and had the presence of mind to stay quiet. Her eyes fixed on his legs. For some reason all she could think for a moment was that he had really big legs. She wondered what those legs would look like on herself, and had to stifle a giggle. Oh Mother, she was being weird again.
She disguised her almost-laugh as a faint cough. Hi, She managed after a moment, her voice painfully small and shy. He was old, older even than her parents, and scarred too. And surely he spoke as Bjarna did. How would she make herself understood?
That question left her at a loss, and she could find no more words to add.