Blood of my Blood

Drífa waited patiently as the snow fell about her. She breathed in slow and steady, attempting to calm her nerves but her stomach still twisted and turned. She shook herself, she was too old to be getting jitters like this but still they came and try as she might she was not able to calm them. Still, her outward appearance seemed calm despite the internal turmoil. Soon the alpha answered her call. The pack was called Winterfell and the man introduced himself as the king, Acere. She dipped her head low and spoke. "My name is Drífa. I am a wolf of the regions far north of hear and I'm seeking a pack to join. I have knowledge in legends, stories and healing. Would you have room for one such as I?"