Come in Peace

As fate would have it -or how that devilish creature had constructed it- she needn't wait too long before her foreign host he arrived. She had only just began to fall to the serenity of the lakeside song before the crunch of snow underpaw drew her attention to the north, and inevitably to the male she was meant to call instructor. "Njal," she dipped her muzzle cordially then let it humbly linger for a moment before returning upright. She was not accustomed to bowing, yet time in the Vale had resurfaced that instinctual exhibition of respect. And a habit once re-learned was not easy to unlearn. She could not claim to be as happy as him for her arrival. Afterall, she was still very much wary of his intentions, however benign they appeared to be. But she did not hold her suspicions for too long as he beckoned for her to walk with him across the border. If anything, it showed that there was sincerity in his actions, and perhaps this venture would indeed be worthwhile. As well as benefit her and the Vale.