Gyrfalcon's Keep Among the Gyrs

She walked beside the kind wolf, “Thank you,” she said gratefully, “I’m pleased to meet you Solveig, my name is Greyfalcon but for short my parents always called me Gyr.” She was impressed, she had never met a guard, much less a captain.  This seemed like it was meant to be, like the old Gods led her to this pack, and if it’s in their will maybe it will become her home.

“What’s it like being captain of the guard? It must be very important work.”
She walked side by side with Solveig, and while taking in the scenery wanted to know more about this woman’s history.  Being born in the Canadian wilderness she didn’t know many other wolves besides her parents and a few pack mates, so she wasn’t sure if she was in wrong for prying.