Blacktail Deer Plateau raven clan

An animated wolf, Solveig very rarely disguised her thoughts; secure enough in her position and her own strength, she considered a candid expression of one’s thoughts and feelings to be the mark of strength. Thus, when she heard her native tongue, she tilted her head back and uttered an expressive whoop! and showed every measure of glee, from the broad wave of her tail that buffeted the children on either side of her to the broad grin on her face. Hilda, her stout little echo, hopped on the spot and uttered a soft roo! though she wasn’t sure what the celebration was about. 

The hearty Shieldmaiden before her spoke of another pack- of course, there were many in the valley, including all of the Moonpacks, but she had not been made aware that another Norse clan lived nearby. A third as well, depending on how far Eivor had travelled. 

”You bring us welcome news, Eivor Ravunulf,” She said. It took some effort to keep herself from sweeping the woman into a bear hug; life experience had taught her that not all shieldmaidens were as jovial about their tasks as she was. 

”Ask us what you would like to know- but let us find some food and comfort first, of course! Travel is neither for the faint of heart nor the light of belly,” She said with a chuckle. ”Come! We will speak as we go- but no business until you are fed.” Hospitality was, after all, one of the noble virtues they treasured.