Chimera Fields The echoes of the fallen

Eydís.

It was a beautiful name. As his eyes wandered across her, picking apart everything he could see within a first glance, he thought it was fitting. It was enough to make the wolf smile, albeit it was a small and nervous thing, hidden beneath a fat nose.

His eyes flitted about her face, watching the way her expression morphed into one of uncertainty. Her lips pursed, as if she were going to speak, then fell flat. When she did talk, her speech was slow, the syllables contorted with lack of experience.

His ears perked forwards, a small laugh falling from his lips. "Mjög gott." He complimented, the tail behind his large form patting enthusiastically upon the ground. Luhtar was passionate about his culture, and more than eager to teach the less informed of Forneskja.

He straightened his posture a bit, nails scraping against the earth below. "Eydís means something?"