Gyrfalcon's Keep Sisters

Thyra wished to present gifts to the newer members of the pack, as though to show her appreciation for joining up with them. Among those who had made themselves at home was the dark one whose time was spent with Asvoria, and at the temple. While Thyra knew she should not step inside unless Asvoria asked her to, she would wait outside, patiently, like a quiet guardian.

She fussed over the pelt she had prepared, smoothing out the fawn’s pelt which still showed its pale, white spots. While it was thin, it was also quite soft- both functional and decorative, she thought. 

She could tell that Vaettir was at the temple, though she could not see or hear her. Her scent was strong enough to indicate her presence. Thyra would wait, with her gift, patiently as an old for tree, for the newcomer to emerge once she was ready.