Gyrfalcon's Keep red hill

Fortunately, Solveig was able to summon a babysitter for the children, who slept now after a vigorous play session. Rusalka's call lightened her spirit, as she wondered if they might have a new recruit that had come to their borders. She imagined perhaps a skilled hunter, or another guardian, perhaps. Thyra was adept at watching the children, and Vaettir was a constant, loyal advisor as well, but Solveig wanted more capable, able bodies to join the pack. 

What she found, when she arrived to the borders, was a scrappy young pup. A little underfed, though the swelling in his belly was an indication that Rusalka had possibly seen fit to feed the boy. She moved forward, head lowered, to get a good look at him, sniffing for anything of a red flag in his scent. He was a bit dirty, but not terribly worse for the wear. His paws were large, and she smiled softly. He'd be giant when he grew. 

She looked then to Rusalka, exchanging a glance so she might read what his eyes would tell her. This child wasn't what she'd imagined, in terms of a helpful recruit. If nothing else, he would be a burden until he grew and learned to hunt and fight. 

Nevertheless- he could be trained. 

"You must be brave," She said, turning to the boy again. "And strong, to have made it here. What is your name?" She asked.