dinnertime conversations

dragging it off to the side of the central camp, Heloise would settle down and begin to eat. her thoughts were with what Fracture had said previously; that Winterfell had been won through a challenge by Acere, rebuilt in his image. she had asked if the previous owner would come back, only for her question to fall as easily as she inquired. nobody seemed to know. unaware that several wolves from Fyri made their homes in Winterfell, she assumed most had left after the challenge with the previous alpha. but that was all it was; guessing. she paused, spotting movement a few steps away and lifted her head.

there was a pale-dark blue man with red stripes. the most exotic wolf she had seen so far aside from the woman who helped tend her wounds. he didn't seem to have noticed her, so she let her voice carry over to him. "greetings" he did smell like the pack and didn't seem to be a trespasser. Heloise motioned to the portion of meat before her paws. "would you like to join me?" it was good to build a rapport with the other fellow Winterfellians, surely?