Blacktail Deer Plateau raven clan

With Tyraxes and Hilda in tow, Solveig travelled along the borders, instructing her two four-month-old children as they went. She called their attention to markings left behind packmates, and droppings left behind by the prey that visited. When the wind picked up, she coached them to wet their lips and breathe in the scents; the faint scent of sulfur from the hot springs nearby made them both scowl, to their mother's delight. 

Both children froze and tilted their heads simultaneously when a stranger's call came from the borders. For a fraction of a second, she caught herself wishing that the call had come from Tamar, before she registered the unknown tone of voice. "Alright, let's go; you remember what we say when we greet newcomers, yah?" She asked, and received the bobbing of eager heads in reply. 

They trailed along behind her as she approached the woman, who looked every bit of a warrior. At first glance, from a distance, Solveig had to squint- thinking perhaps this might have been one of her sisters, for she stood as tall as any of the Hestrskjoldr sisters, and boasted as many scars. Solveig appraised the woman, clearly impressed; she cast a meaningful side-eye to her two children, and then nodded her muzzle in a polite greeting to the woman. In a chorus, all three spoke as one:

"Hael og sael," They greeted. Hilda giggled, and tried to hide behind her mother's hip. Solveig sniffed, faintly amused. "You have come to Raventhorpe- we bid you welcome. I am Solveig; this is Tyraxes, and this-" She said, side-stepping to reveal her daughter, "Is Hilda. What brings you to our home, traveller?"