Starlight

Gyda was far from an expert hunter, despite the months she had spent alone in the wilderness. Yes, she had managed to scrape by out there and survive, but looking at her now, one could see the toll the time had taken on her diminutive body. She had been home for a few days now, and though her family was doing an excellent job of feeding her back up, her body condition hadn't yet returned to normal.

Now that she was safely home, the child could concentrate on refining skills and working out just which trades she wished to pursue. Even if she decided against going for Gamekeeper, she would still need to improve her hunting, if only to fill her belly. So it was that the silver-pelted child could be found near the borders, nosing around for any scents to follow.

It was as she flicked her eyes up to survey her surroundings that she caught sight of a figure she didn't recognise. A streamlined grey woman, and a few sniffs at the air soon told the young Viking that the stranger belonged to another pack. Frowning, she padded forwards, fur bristling a little and tail raised.

Excuse me, she barked, eyes narrowed distrustfully. But you're not a Bay wolf, are you? Gyda was still too far away from the woman to make out any sign of injury, should any be obvious. Do you have permission to be on our lands?

Gyda speaks!