Gyrfalcon's Keep Among the Gyrs

Having spent time searching for potential packmates, Solveig felt her wanderlust had been satiated, and now she had the patience to sit and guard the temple. She watched for movement, though she felt confident enough about their growing handful of guardians to relax a bit as well. The like likelihood of a stranger trespassing and targeting Asvoria at the temple was highly unlikely- so she knew that the real task at hand was simply sitting guard, and staying awake while doing so. 

She could tell that Asvoria would likely prefer for her to stay, when the call came. Solveig did not expect Asvoria to budge from her temple, though it meant that whoever greeted the wolf would have to vouch for their admission as well. "I will go," She said. "I will not be long." She said. If she felt the meeting would take more time, she could call for one of the other guards to attend to Asvoria at the temple, after all. 

The visitor's summons had sounded polite, so Solveig approached at an easy trot, catching sight of the wolf waiting patiently. Solveig's eyes saw a wolf marked much like a greyjay- though the benign yet intense glimmer in her eyes was akin to the one their resident gyrfalcons sported. She bobbed her head in greeting. "Greetings," She said. Her own, traditional means of greeting wolves had been dropped for some time, as most of the wolves in this area seemed to speak English. "You have come to the borders of Hljóðrfell. What brings you here?" She asked.