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Eyrún's gaze narrowed as she tried to get a better look at the stranger. From a distance she could tell that she was a bit taller than her, though that was hardly a rarity, something she was familiar with given the sort of wolves that Valkyrie seemed to attract. Initially she regarded her with a raised brow, briefly relaxing her grip on the stick that lay clasped between her jaws. She wouldn't let it fall quite yet though, not sure she'd be able to easily retrieve it if she dropped it somewhere haphazardly.

Her response - harsh and confrontational - made the pale woman bristle. Instinctively her hackles rose, though she willed herself to calm - at least for the moment. "But perhaps religion is looking for you?" She countered, though Eyrún didn't bother trying to stalk her deeper into the cave quite yet. As important as it was to spread her faith, pushing it on wolves who were clearly unwilling to accept the truth was a waste of her time. Dealing with those sort of wolves was best done in other ways.

"Calm yourself, girl," she said, her voice vaguely muffled from the stick clasped between her jaws. "My words are for me, not for you. Do with them what you will." There was a harshness to her feminine tones that couldn't be ignored, though she drew her attention away from Theta, eventually padding deeper into the cave. Focusing on the cave wall, grateful that it was more illuminated deeper inside the cavern, she made to draw another symbol. It was easiest done with her side facing the wall, trying to move her head in a fluid motion to draw a straight line at an angle. Finally she was able to mark another from its tip, the symbol vaguely looking like what she'd intended it to.