Shadow and Light [Balerion]

The figure became a little clearer, and as she recognized him, the face settled into her mind. Ahh. The black-eyed wolf she’d fought a polar bear with in the north on the glowing lake. A faint smile quirked her lips. The bear’s pelt lined her alcove, its flesh dried into bear jerky. The useful parts had all been hauled home behind Loshir, though he’d been rather displeased to be leaving his charge at the festival.

Unfortunately, a name wasn’t surfacing with this red-shadowed man’s face. She was aware of Loshir shifting slightly behind her, still well hidden in the shelter. Idly, she watched the man. She hadn’t been glowing when he’d met her. Not even a spark of light, save for the ice beneath their paws that night.

What had brought the man here? Joining? They could always use competent fighters and hunters… Finally, she called out, voice carrying without her needing to shout. She’d mastered projecting her voice after a hell of a lot of practice on the boulder with her father.

“Good evening… I’m afraid I never caught your name, stranger. What brings you to Valhalla, and have you been steering clear of bears?”

There was a hint of a tease in her low, lilting voice with the last query, a reference to the rather eventful encounter. However, her eyes were still calmly curious. He could well be casing the border, a band wolf or affiliated loner to another pack. You never knew. As such, her peripheral attention was still open, watching for any flickers of movement beyond him, though her figure was elegantly poised and attentive on the visitor.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think