Hideaway Strath in your crypt

Where there were three, there were now four; the last stranger to arrive was more behemoth than wolf, his oddly patterned fur eye catching and interesting. Not more interesting than his words, hoewever. No reaction given to the pet name, Keres tipped her ears forward to listen as the man went on to tell them who they were and why they were here. Much like Desdemona, the silvered valkyrie schooled her face into not reacting, but took it a step further as well.

A gentle smile took over her face, even as recognition set in when she glanced over all of them and noted the ungainly and large white female; they had met before, at the borders of Neverwinter Forest, though she could not relay this to her packmates as of yet. Desdemona's whisper quiet words were barely heard above the din of the world, but Keres had little need of the wording. Taking her cue from her brother, she remained calm and collected, welcoming even.

Pleasant neighbors are always welcome, I think. Have you parleyed with the leaders of the surrounding packs yet? Normally, she might have let Dirge lead the conversation, especially as he was her leader, but now was a time to tread lightly and play close to the chest. If he saw fit, he would step up and take command, of this she was sure. What made you decide to move, if you don't mind?