Raise These Bones

*Kirsi* · (This post was last modified: 12-09-2019, 09:47 PM by Kirsi.)

Getting to know her packmates was a priority now. She'd spent so long wandering with Song that she wondered if she was beginning to forget what other company was like, and she knew that was a dangerous thing. If Kirsi was good at anything at all, it was knowing exactly how to interact with others - how to bend them to her will and sway them in a particular direction. At least that was what she herself thought, and letting those skills slip seemed a dangerous thing. A faint smile touched her lips, an expression that could hardly be described as warm at all, as Drifa turned to acknowledge her. She didn't react to Drifa with the same familiarity, at least not initially. Her life with the northern tribe felt like so long ago - she'd been a different wolf back then and she wasn't sure what all those wolves knew regarding what had happened with Ignatius and his brother. "Glad to hear it," she responded, regarding the fact that she wasn't interrupting.

"Kirsi," she introduced herself swiftly, with a dip of her head, though Drifa's next words made her heart flutter. Nervousness wasn't a feeling she was overly familiar with, but the recognition caught her off guard, as she stood here in this stifling vessel. "I am," Kirsi answered, her tone a bit more guarded than it had been before. "I spent a brief time in Fyri. Ignatius and I used to be close, ever since we were children." Perhaps she'd know rumors of what she'd done; perhaps not. Either way she had no reason to believe it would effect her life here, unless she went running her mouth. Kirsi's jaw tightened, trying to mask any sign of discomfort. "You do look familiar," she added, almost as an afterthought, as she studied the older woman carefully. Her memories from her early life were muddled, distracted - she'd spent more time lingering with the southern wolves than she should have, looking back on things now.

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