Gyrfalcon's Keep Path of old canoe

Solveig smiled, appreciative of what she took as a compliment. "I am pleased. They are Rusalka's," She mentioned, deciding it may as well be common knowledge. She sensed there might still be some tension between her two packmates, but she felt that both might soften toward one another with the arrival of children. "But I will teach them to be a bit less...austere," She said with a chuckle. 

Greyfalcon it seemed, was willing to fulfill a number of roles, though Solveig was keen to see her choose a trade, and follow it so that she might find proper placement for her. Her own daughter had chosen her rank, and while it was not what Solveig would have wanted for her daughter to do, she accepted it nonetheless. 

"Well, there are many possibilities, and I am thinking that in times of peace such as this, that I might add a rank of Skaði to our Vorn tier. This would be for hunters...But if you are skilled at scouting, I think I might have a task for you, then," She said. She remembered how Asvoria had tasked her with searching for other packmates- and felt it was time once again to canvas the area for additional wolves to add to their ranks. "I would like for you to go on a mission, and try to find us some new pack members," She said. "Do this, and I will make for you the rank of Njósn."

She found herself stifling a chuckle as well. If they were Rusalkas pups, then may-haps he has a hidden tender side.Listening to every word, she considered her options. The second option seemed very appealing.

“I will accept this mission, you may consider it done.” She said, and asked, “When shall I take my leave?”