Chimera Fields We're on our way

They were an odd pair. The erne had trouble understanding the female's accent, but the male claimed to know the language she still defaulted to in her mind. "Já?" she asked, looking toward him with bright eyes. That pretty much decided things for her, even if she was a bit confused by his description of the pack. It didn't yet exist, but Void seemed to know a lot about it anyway. She was a little concerned that they were cultists, as those sort of folks always seemed to have big ideas and strange doctrines, but they seemed nice enough thus far.

Nice enough for her to stick it out and see what happened.

"Já," she agreed with a little bob of her head, to Void and Meylodi both. Yes, she would stay and yes she knew much about pregnancy and childrearing. "Ég hef sjálfur átt tvö got," she told them, and then for Meylodi's sake, she puzzled through the same sentiment in English: "I have borne two litters from my own body. I have seen my grandbabies into the world. I was doula for many women in my home pack."

But her most beloved were now either out in the world or out of their childbearing years. Moorhen was ready to dedicate her skills to a new people.

"Where in mountains?" she asked them, glancing up toward the misty spires with a doubtful look in her eyes. She would follow them regardless, but she hoped they would not be too far from the coast.