Blacktail Deer Plateau Bite my tongue,

The man that came was only barely that,  age-wise. 
He was a yearling, but carried himself with the maturity of a wolf much more elderly.

And his gaze upon her was unreadable, even though her pale lavender gaze might've looked as if she was peering into his own soul, this Dreadfather seemed very keen on keeping his unreadable thoughts to himself. 

What she did know, was that he was definitely thinking something.
Not that the assumption was much to hold to.
He spoke as she pondered, bringing her attention back to the business at hand. 
A small smile as she dipped her head in greeting.
"I am known as The Seer, but, you may call me Völva. I am here to see about joining your pack for the winter, if you'll have me. I know many things, such as herbs, poisons, witchcraft. And I have no issues hunting or lending my body to defenses in order to pull my weight." 

She would stay quiet then, allowing himself to think on this, and Ash Paw to speak her thoughts on the matter as well if she desired.