Wolf Totem

she heard the call and would promptly answer it. walking toward the locale, Heloise would dip her head to the king as she neared. "greetings, my king" a casual greeting though one of respect, for he probably did not want to idly chat with her when he was concentrating. her eyes strayed over to the treeline; hopefully more would show but it would seem she was one of the first. taking a seat a few respectful paces away from Acere to be in the crowd, the alabaster woman would await more of the Winterfellians to show up. she hoped they would not be long, but was also curious how many were left. Kresnik, her gyrfalcon, soared to her shoulder and fixed his eyes on the king. Heloise would turn her head to press her nose against his feathers before turning back to the man. she wondered why he called a meeting. was it a matter of urgency? she hoped not.

"speech"