Stone Circle Becoming one with the stones.

A howl through the air.
Ulfhild rerouted in her patrol of the borders to lope upon the man. 
He was as big as herself, but no less impressive. 
The pale behemoth noted this impassively as she came to stand before the stranger, looking down upon him with a molten-gold gaze and forward-cup of her ears. 
"Hail. This is Kvarsheim. I am Ulfhild, Systir of the Heim." She introduced, voice thick with Icelandic accent whilst massive paws planted her firmly to hold a stocky, heavy-set and muscular body in place. 

Her eyes never left him, expectant that he would answer in kind.