When Dragons Sing

The hot weather was not a problem to Jorrvaskr. This warm air was prety much how the summer used to be back in her homeland. She likes the sun and how it could warm the ground, but a shadow was, for sure, very good right now. The other female's question was quite simple to answer, but the grayish she-wolf had not talked to any of the other members of the pack. She was just a newcommer, and actually very shy to start a conversation. Maybe soon they would get used to her and she would start to know better the others. "It's a good pack. She said at last. Jorr could not lie, they lived in a very good place, with green grass and large trees. Almost like the landscape she used to see while watching the sunset, when was young living between the dark trees of a dense forest. "I'm just shy." She smiled for a moment looking at the own paws. It was a hard ting to admit.