Gyrfalcon's Keep blood sister

She did not want to leave her mother's side- not when her new, younger siblings were so adorable! She'd never seen puppies before, and something about their smell made her want to kiss their fur over and over and over again. Solveig allowed her daughter to visit, but when a call came from the borders, she issued the gentle but firm request that Thyra go and answer. Their pack was few in members, and now had a mother and three children to feed. Greyfalcon was off in search of new recruits, leaving behind a mother, a father, and their priestess. 

Fortunately, Thyra was not shy, in spite of having no drive to fight whatsoever, she did find meetings at the borders exciting. It was seldom that she met new wolves, but she was a social butterfly, and really did benefit from the exposure. 

Two wolves had come, a taller man with stunning eyes and pronounced scars on his face, and a young one who remained close to his side. Seal-pelted, she thought- with his face slightly darker than the rest of his sandy fur. They smelled of a pack and she wondered if this was a wolf from one of the Moon-packs that had settled nearby in the area. "Hello!" She called out as she approached, tail waving. She was still bathing in the glee of having new brothers and sisters, and forgot some of her formality because of it. She couldn't help but smile to see the young one tailing along with the fuchsia-eyed man; some day, she would have little siblings to follow her around too!

"Hail og sael," She greeted, her tone buoyant. "I am Thyra, what brings you here to Hljóðrfell today?"