Gyrfalcon's Keep Good Fences Make Good Neighbors

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Solveig preferred not to make agreements with other packs directly; it was Asvoria who would make those decisions. But she felt she had heard about as much as would be necessary from the ambassador, who likely had other missions to take. 

She addressed Heph’s query with a light, but appreciative nod. She could not say if she would go to one or the other- not without some thought and discussion with the others first. She was not one to act without permission, nor was she one to share her motives with a stranger.

”I am Skjaldmær; a guardian. The high priestess of our pack is named Asvoria. It is she who interprets the will of the Old Gods.” Their leader, she implied. ”I thank you for your visit, and for the gift. I have something I would send with you, in return- a sign of our hospitality. My daughter is skilled in preparing pelts; if you come with me, I can show you to our glacial stream for a drink, and have her fetch a new foxpelt for you.” She said, with a brief gesture of her muzzle.