Moonsong Glacier Ferrous

One came to greet her, his expression as soft as cornsilk. Likely a yearling like her, whose nervous friendliness was echoed by the girl who fidgeted lightly to see someone so fair approach her. Her ears flicked forward when he spoke, and his words caused her to tilt her head to the side, curiously. She had heard that greeting many times before, always associated with wolves from one of the Moonpacks. 

"Fjall," She said, finding the name relatively easy to pronounce even with her own accented tongue. She could have sworn she'd heard something very similar to that in her birth pack. "I greet you too; I am Thyra, of Raventhorpe," She said. "-Originally, though, we were known as Hljodrfell but...Raventhorpe is our new name, eh; easier to pronounce," She said with a somewhat guilty smile. "I am on my way to Moontide, but I noticed your borders, new, yes?" She asked.