Blacktail Deer Plateau In the viney darkness I find

"Son!" Came Solveig's playful chide as she approached, having overheard the boy's question. She glanced to the man who had called out- assessing with his posture and the presence of whatever the hell it was on the ground that looked like a puddle of jelly that he'd come in peace. Any others would have been greeted sooner with her teeth, than with her son's questions, if they had come to cause trouble. 

"It is 'Hael og Sael!' that we say to visitors," She instructed Arrax gently, before turning her attention to the traveller once more. She blinked, catlike, and offered the man a faint smile. 'You have come to Raventhorpe; you are from Moontide, yes?" Gods, she hoped she might have finally gotten the Moonpacks' scents right.