Gyrfalcon's Keep and when the weeds begin to grow

I am so sorry this has taken me so long! Thyra's still kind of new to me, I need to kick her into gear :)

Two other languages aside from this one! Thyra's tail waved, and the yearling was clearly impressed. Perhaps, if Exousia stayed around, she might teach Thyra these languages also- and they might have almost a secret language that they could use just between the two of them! It might make the woman feel more at home, if she was encouraged to speak her own tongue more. Out of all the virtues the wolves of Hjlóðrfell followed, hospitality was the easiest one for Thyra to work on. 

"I would love to hear more of them," She said, starstruck. She might have asked for a quick phrase to learn in each, had Exousia not then countered with a question of her own. "I believe it is called 'Old Norse'" She said with a faint smile. "I have always wondered if there has been a 'New Norse' or a "West Norse" to have come after," She said with a girlish giggle. 

Exousia seemed to understand what the wolves of the pack needed, and she nodded fervently. "Yes! Very much so. Hallowed places are very important to us; we give them names, and they become temples; sometimes, there is a temple for one God, and then another temple for another. Asvoria, our high priestess, she is the one who finds these places, which have been created for us." She babbled enthusiastically. 

She appreciated the comment, but her features fell when Exousia made to ne escorted away. "You could stay here to rest, if you would like?" She said. "Oh! We do have a beautiful lake, glacier-fed water. And there are comfortable caves cushioned with moss, which make for a safe and quiet place to sleep undisturbed. If you would like...A break from travel....?" Thyra offered, hopefully. She felt there was much to be learned from Exousia, and wasn't keen to part from her yet.