The slender form, always so elegant and svelte since he'd achieved his full growth, was now bordering on bony as he stumbled through the strange new land he'd found himself in. He'd not been able to stop to feed himself as much as his youthful form needed in his need to rush away from the lands of his childhood - lingering in a place where all fangs would be turned against him on sight wouldn't have been the smart thing to do. He was ill-groomed too. His ash-and-flame coat was ruffled and dirty, not at all his preferred state. The young male normally was, if anything, a little vain about his appearance, so if he hadn't been so exhausted he'd have been horrified to realize the state he was in. He could only give thanks to Loki for the clever god's favor for him having made it this far to begin with. He'd followed a strange, red-eyed crow that he was certain had been sent by his patron god to guide him, but had lost track of the bird over a day ago before he'd stumbled into this particular land. The scent of blood here cramped his stomach and brought saliva to the half-starved wolf's mouth, though being wolf-scent-blood his very unconscious reaction to it made him feel sick. It was maddening, and Ivar had to stop, head lowered and panting, to fight the queasiness so he wouldn't sick up. Not that he had anything in his aching belly to lose anyway. At least it gave a moment of rest to his painful forepaws.

The slate-colored woman with her golden points made her way from the wintry mountain of Fenrir's Maw. Not that she had a particularly specific reason to be traveling that day. Perhaps she was bored or needed a change of scenery. As of late, Vidarr had been preoccupied with transforming their lands into something sustainable for the pack. Plus the trouble the young ones had been getting into was forcing her fur to grow whiter around her muzzle sooner than she cared for. Anticipating a relaxed day of wandering and maybe some sparring, Tenshi found herself wandering the Battlefield.

Bitter winds bit at her cheeks as she prowled. Her icy blue eyes scanned the barren landscape until a rather disheveled and slim wolf caught her attention. His stature was quite smaller than herself and from the features on his face, he appeared to be somewhat young. What was he doing out here alone? From his body posture and the distance she still had between her and him, it appeared that he might be having difficulty. Tenshi's brow furrows in concern as she makes her way toward him. As she gets closer, she can see he is in poor shape. A 'tsk' noise clicks quietly under her breath as she moves to close the distance between them.

"Boy, what is wrong?" Her accent is a mixture of Japanese and terrible Swedish. Being around the Vikings was morphing her mother tongue into something quite foreign. Still, she stands there, her gaze assessing the poor thing as she waits for him to respond.

"Speech"

Ivar forced himself to straighten as he was approached by a stranger. It wouldn't do at all to seem as though he were bowing or scraping before her. He carefully hacked and spit to the side, clearing his mouth of the saliva that threatened to turn to vomit. He gave his most snarky grin, instead. There was something about her elegant dignity that immediately put the chaotic little goblin's back up, and he made no effort to curb his natural reaction to it though it would undoubtedly be a less than stellar introduction to these lands. He matched the common English tongue she used, rather than his own native Norsk or Íslenska, to be sure he would be understood, because what's the point in an insult if they aren't going to have a clue what was said? He couldn't be sure from her odd accent whether she'd understand him in any other language. "Not to worry. A most hideous stench turned my stomach, but now I can see the source of it was merely this foul creature in wolf's shape before me. My condolences for your infirmity."

Tenshi watches him silently. She notices that he spits to the side before giving her a snarky grin. Had he not been near dying just moments before? Had she walked upon someone who had lost their damn marbles? His reaction has her own hackles rising slightly and her ears turning backward. Elegant as she may be, she wasn't one to back down either. Her lips purse slightly and her brow pinches as his sharp and insolent words begin to dirty the air around her. After a few blinks, Tenshi almost wants to laugh. Did he think such words would cause her to cry or run away? Rather, she felt that familiar bubble of sternness in her chest that made her want to smack him across the mouth for being so indecent.

"Call me what you like," Tenshi starts as she takes a step toward the boy, her icy gaze looking him up and down. "At least I have eaten a meal and groomed myself before leaving my den," her expression relaxes into a more motherly stern stare before a brow raises slightly. Did he not know how disheveled he appeared? Or were his insults an obvious ploy to hide his own insecurities?

"Speech"