sit, stay, roll over

A grin escaped onto the Spirit’s features, partially rueful. There was no mockery in the expression as she shook her head, chuckling softly. “I get that a lot.”

Her haunches lowered gently with a practiced flick of the tail to send the long hair pooling over the ground as she sat, smiling gently at the young wolf as she added, “I am Aurielle Adravendi, Spirit of Valhalla.”

Her eyes lowered to the young wolverine, giving the creature a respectful nod of greeting before those eyes of hers returned to the girl, studying with interest. Her coat was simplistic, but there was beauty in the simplicity of a natural timber coat. The green eyes were a spark of verdant color, leaves in rich plainland soil.

Gently, she remarked, “Cairo told me about your meeting. He had a lot of good things to say.” Were Malalia older than a yearling, Aurielle might have considered whether Cai was smitten, and perhaps he was in the way of making a new friend. But the boy was sensible, and she doubted he’d see a yearling in that light. But it was good to see him befriending wolves from outside of Valhalla, and expanding his horizons.

While she hadn’t come all the way out here to find the girl, she was pleased to have encountered her. “How is winter treating you thus far?”

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