feelings, sensations that you thought were dead

Heloise nodded absently, recalling her goal to make another northern pack. she felt it was best to keep such ambitious topics to herself; she still was uncertain if she should leave Winterfell. it held stability even if she could take care of herself. especially with her first winter in this realm... she was on the proverbial fence. it was, however, a shame that Kirsi and Song were rogue wolves. both seemed decent, and a valuable asset to any community. she wished she could offer more to them both, but knew she was bit a lowly Squire at the moment.

"the north is quite expansive" she added with a thoughtful nod "and plenty of wolves dream of leading their own packs. perhaps another will claim a small part of this area, and you can finally rest." Heloise knew that Winterfell was fit to burst at this point. different leaders, however, wanted different things. she could only hope that whoever else claimed the north would be good enough to let the two in. she kept her own ambitions still a secret, speaking casually to the other woman in a conversational tone.