Gyrfalcon's Keep Among the Gyrs

Solveig smiled. This couldn't have been a better opportunity to recruit a new pack member, she thought. Greyfalcon seemed to like the place, and given the fact she was from Canada, Solveig thought she might fit in well in the low mountains, where the winters perhaps weren't as brutal as the ones she'd had up North, but familiar all the same. The rugged terrain, blueish-green alpine lakes and thick evergreen forests would make her feel right at home. 

"A gyr of many skills," She chimed. Greyfalcon's use wouldn't be too difficult to settle, and Solveig knew that she would have to speak with Asvoria about which assignment she would like. Now, though, she had to address the topic of their faith, to a stranger. 

"We are a place of peace, and we follow the Old Gods, and do their will. Do you have, or know of, a religion for yourself?" Solveig asked.

“Yes, indeed.” She said, “and no, I do not have a set religion, but I do believe in the will of the Gods.” “I believe they led me here, I feel… a certain presence or maybe a connection to this land.” She wasn’t sure if this sounded weird, but perhaps it reminded her of her own home.

She was willing to learn this packs ways, anything to once again feel the safety of a warm community, and if this was of the Gods will then that is what she will do. Learn, and serve.