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06-08-2016, 07:24 PM
The boy returned her greeting, though it sounded more questioning than anything, and indeed followed it with a question on the origin of the word. She tilted her head slightly, but she saw no harm in an explanation to satisfy his curiosity. "It is norse. Taken in its literal form in your tongue it would mean healthy, but a better translation would perhaps be more a wish for your good health. It may be more proper to greet a close friend as 'heil ok sæl', health and happiness." There was far more to it than that, the concept of frith, of the virtues that all her kind strove for, a more deeply ingrained meaning behind greetings than simple casual politeness, but frith did not require her to teach this stranger such things. She did incline her head in acknowledgement of his barb about being no more lost than she was. A point in his favor, then, for while she was no child - as these strange Ardent wolves insisted on considering their yearlings so - she was indeed beyond her own borders. Was he, too, patrolling the lands beyond his pack's lands, or simply wandering out of curiosity? Perhaps more one than the other, as he then asked about her pack. She eyed him with cautiously narrowed gaze, but her pack's name was hardly a secret to be kept. "We are called Yfir," she stated simply, seeing no need to elaborate as that was all he had asked, though perhaps more questions were implied. "Talk" "You" Think |
