a break, a chat and nothing more

A smile graced her features at Heloise’s response, but as the woman mentioned a festival, her head cocked curiously, ears perked. Had those wolves been members of her own pack or some from the neighbors?

Her curiosity abated as Heloise introduced her gyrfalcon, and she nodded to the bird, respectful as ever of the creatures that chose to be wolves’ companions. Her eyes shifted from the woman as Heloise inquired as to her other companion, a smile upon her lips and eyes.

“I do. A black mountain lion. He’s been my companion since I was a small pup. Should I have children, it is likely that his offspring will become their companions—family guardians.”

A rumble uttered from the shadows as said cat slid from the muck, looking annoyed at the filth on his night-black coat, but pleased at his ability to go undetected for so long. He slunk to stand at his moon-child’s hip, nodding briefly – gruffly – to the Winterfellian wolf before his ice-colored eyes shifted to continually scan the surroundings for danger.

“Heloise, this is Aelloshir, my companion and guardian, the ever grumpy mudcat.” Her eyes twinkled as she danced her haunches out of reach of the muddy paw that swatted out for her rump, the cat huffing at her indirect teasing, eyes rolling before they returned to their ceaseless scanning.

Aurielle glinted a toothy grin at her guardian before turning her eyes to Heloise as she asked easily, “How do you find the west? Many find it too warm, especially in summer.”

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