Stone Circle ᛊᛁᛞᛁᛏᛁᚱ

Munin flapped her wings above. It seemed she'd roused from slumber at the sound of voices. Leifa's tail flicked once, twice, intrigue piqued as the man confirmed he had not heard of the bearclaw wolves - or at least, their queen.

She shrugged in response, and was about to comment on his un-neighbourly attitude when his advances catch her off guard. "Rude," came her indignant mutter, and though her head lowers on instinct Leifa makes no move to go.

"You wanna set up shop here, kúkalabbi? I'd like to know who you are." Greenfire gaze peeks up at him from below, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at her lips.