a new soul to the old hell

Jorrvaskr didn’t mind to stay quiet while both leader had their own talk. In the middle of this time, another canine figure had approach the group, and this time Jorrvaskr get a little tense, but not for long. She was not used to so much approximation of so many wolves in one moment like even, even that she still not officially part of a pack.

But this one, also a female, presented herself as Faite, and looked like she was a follower of the red male Regulus. “Drem yo lok…” Jorrvasker bowed her head once more, talking in her normal gentle way. She would have talked more with this new female with dark pelt, but her attention was called back to the older woman, when she said about her voice and accent. “Other Grohiik… Speaking Dovahzul?” This noticed surprised the grayish she-wolf. Since he know, most the wolves of Tamariel had vanished to southern lands, but never to the north like she did. Could it be? Could she not actually be the only native of Tamariel in that island?

But, after this news, the female named Avalon offered as well, a place for Jorrvaskr in her pack. She felt divided in the same second. How could she choose? Of course Jorrvaskr wanted to meet this wolf, a possible kinsman? She took a look at Regulus for a few moments, analyzing his face before doing the same with the she-wolf. Such a hard decision, which had come in such short time.

She sighed, with her pale golden eyes focused in the dark brown female.“Krosis… Apologies. I’ve Ont… Already chosen.” The last thing Jorvaskr wanted was to look too selfish in her choices. But looked like this female leader would not be resentful with the gray-scale colored wolf. “But… Aal Zu’u Grint… Meet the Grohiik.” It was hard to sound clear enough when she started to think that mostly words still unknown to herself. For a second she looked at Regulus, searching on him some help when she was trying to speak to Avalon. “I wish to meet Dovahzul Grohiik... The wolf.” Her accent, like an German speaking english was even harder when she speaks the language of the native wolves, but now, she founded better than saying everything in unknown words to the group.

Jorrvaskr, even that she sounded hard to understand, was never ashamed to speak Dovahzul instead of Grohiikzul. She was proud to be one of the owners of this ancient language full of legends behind it’s meaning. But now, she would have to learn more if she wishes to live among this wolves.