Lake Rodney Oh my heart is a fish outta water

Vallkyrie would offer a swift nod, rawbl boned hips turning and lowering so she could settle into a sit before the woman and equally before the open tranquility of the landscape this great lake had to offer. 

A friend of mine has gone missing from her pack. I had come this way to ask around... Her head turned left, and right, though pale icy eyes saw no one other then Sigyn within sight. She is a majorly white wolf with a streak of black down her spine. Her name is Ying, has a funny accent. She added, a smirk toying to her lips. If this woman here was a newcomer (seeing as she was questioning if this area was claimed or not) it was a long shot. Still, you never know who a wanderer might run into.