Haunted Wood the sun comes up, babe, but it's hard to get my fill

the howl stagnates a moment, two, before the young warlord remembers it's her duty to tend to such things now. she veers of her scent trail, mild irritation prickling before she spots the distant silhouette of an ebony-furred wolf. moonspear, perhaps; she's yet to meet or hear about a moonspear wolf who'd veered from their colour scheme. 

she closes the distance between them, until the familiar scent confirms his alliances and she slows to an eventual stop. she chuffs in greeting, but then is faced with the conundrum of what to say. she'd accompanied Vengeance, Allison a few times as they'd greeted strangers on their doorstep; though hardly enough to instill doubtless confidence in what she was doing here. "I am hela," she begins, gaze tracing over the male as she thinks on it. opting for a neutral approach, she continues, "why have you come?"