Fleeting

Wolf shifted and glided to land on a branch just about her head, his little glossy cranium turning sharply in the manner of birds as he analyzed the stranger. Rœkia paid her companion no heed and instead focused on the strange man. He mentioned his soul and Rœkia laughed. "Well, I'm afraid I can't help you there. I'm no holy woman." She'd never really given much thought to spirits or the afterlife or any sort of beliefs really. He stated that the skinny was in his breeding. This didn't mean to much to her, she knew breeding was how one had pups but she was uncertain how skinny figured into that. Perhaps he meant his species. "And what pray tell is your breeding? What exactly are you? I've never seen a canine that looks like you before, well… one that wasn't terribly sick." Of course now that she was closer she could see the man was quite healthy, good coat, good eyes, not the starving drooling sods she occasionally ran across.

"My name is Skjæra, and this is my companion Bear," she stated gesturing to the magpie. She grinned softly to herself, it had been such a long time since they'd use this combo. Ahhh memories. She'd always loved the name Skjæra, it may have even been the name her mother had intended for her before Aerndís took her and christened her Rœkia.

"Speech"