When A Crone Comes A Calling

Finnvi! Inga's ears perked forward at the name, a name she recognized from her time with Auöra. So this was the woman's sister. Inga dipped her head. "It is an honor to meet you Katja. Auöra spoke often of you. Like her I was taken slave when young and it was something we bonded over. Last I heard of her she had been seeking you out and her children her." Inga pondered Katja's words for a moment, choosing to be slow and thorough in deciding her fate though to be perfectly honest her fate had already been chosen by the gods and she would not shy away from it.

"I am indeed looking for a permanent place of residence. I have left my former life behind as the gods have willed. I believe I have some purpose in this place. I am, or was, a skilled hunter though my physicality has waned with age. I do enjoy telling the legends and tales of our gods and heros and my primary purpose of late has been helping to raise young. If you would have me I would be honored to lend the rest of myself to your pack."

"Speech"