Blacktail Deer Plateau Kaer Morhen

Solveig did not recognize the voice that lifted from the borders, though it bore some similarity to those she knew and loved. It sparked interest within her, a curiosity that would only be satisfied if she went to see the visitor herself- though she didn’t realize fully why it was she felt drawn to the call until she caught the wolf’s scent. 

She loped toward the borders, doing her best to smother the smile that brewed in her features. The face she remembered was much changed- the young boy had disappeared, only to return as a young man. Still: he was her son, and he would not be spared from her sense of humour.

She pretended not to recognize him, and drew near with her tail lifted and ears pricked. ”Hael og sael,” She greeted him as she would any other. ”You have come to Raventhorpe- state your name and-“ The stern tone of her voice faltered and broke, causing it to crack. She tossed her head back, dropping the act with a loud guffaw. ”Gods damn it- ah well, I tried. Now come give your mother a hug!”