a break, a chat and nothing more

As the woman introduced herself, Aurielle noted the shift in stance, the surge of visible pride in her words, and she nodded respectfully. Ambition shone there, and the white Spirit mused that if Squire was a low rank in Winterfell, then Heloise wouldn’t be in that rank for long.

She thought of her own pack wolves, and bit back a mental sigh. Ambition would be nice to see in her own numbers. As yet, none had truly striven to prove themselves as active, reliable wolves worthy of high ranks and honors.

But everyone had shown except Aramis, for the pack hunt, and for that she was thankful. “All is well.” Easily, she spoke her response, a smile on her features. Thus far, Winterfell was not an ally to Valhalla. Too much information given would not be an asset to her pack with a wolf whose intentions for the other packs around his own.

“What brings you this way, Heloise?” Curiosity flavored her words as she tipped her head, eyes interested as she flicked an ear back at a slight plopping sound—Ayodele dropped muddily onto her haunch with a grumble, having leapt out of the bog.

The Spirit smiled, tipping her head back toward the Ringtailed Lemur, introducing, “This is one of my companions, Ayodele.”

The lemur gave a grumpy salute with a muddy paw-hand, glancing regretfully at the mud she’d smeared on Aurielle’s coat, though the woman obviously didn’t mind.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think