Gyrfalcon's Keep Sisters

Vaettir's silver gaze widened slightly with surprise as the young wolf corrected her.
The fawn pelt was for her, not Asvoria.
The priestess smiled softly as Thyra explained with a shrug, to which Vaettir returned, "Thank you very much, it is a fine gift indeed." She praised, lightly pulling the pelt from the ground to place gently over her shoulders in careful motions as to not tear or shred the present.

In calm steps, Vaettir exited the Temple to join Thyra, swaying her tail once with invitation.
"Would you like to walk with me?" She asked in her soft tones. The gentle glint to her bone-silver gaze was not expectant, in fact it probably indicated he would take zero offense if the girl had other things to do. 
But the invitation remained all the same.