I'm Going Viral

A spark of recognition as the young man gave his name and lineage. His claim of cousinhood earned a polite smile - she didn't know about that, though she did know a bit about Erani and her children from Epiphron, and how Erani had adopted the Adravendi name. Granted Gwenevere had been quite young when she'd left, and more than a little bit of a spoiled brat, so perhaps the family relationship had been closer than she'd thought or cared to think. Her smile faded into somberness at the knowledge of their deaths, and she lowered her muzzle respectfully. "My mother told me about how Erani brought her and her siblings out of old Valhalla when the lands were destroyed, a long time ago, and some about Surreal. I'm sorry to hear that they've both passed. You have my condolences."

She kept her head tilted down as he spoke of the founding of his pack, and described it briefly. "It sounds much like Valhalla as I knew it," she observed, half to herself, and gave him a distantly friendly smile. "It has been quite a long time since I've been in these lands and it would be... good to be somewhere familiar for a change." Without being too familiar, she thought sadly, as the range she'd grown up in had been almost uncomfortably familiar. Growing up there... the argument with her parents... the challenge that had taken the pack away completely. It had inevitably reminded her of Lanse, and the still-raw loss.

She set that aside, set aside the sadness of the memories, and brought her muzzle up to survey her... cousin, then? with quietly firm dignity. "Would you have need of another warrior among your ranks, Regulus Adravendi? I have some skill in fighting, and in star navigation and weather-watching if you've more need of that, and a willingness to prove my worth."