Sentinels of the Past [Rhaegara]

His explanation shocked her, to hear that so many in his pack – which she presumed to be what they called tribes around these parts – had companions, some even having more than one. The shock she was certain showed on her face, but she quickly reigned her emotions on the topic back in. Carlys sensed her emotions on the situation and let out a soft chirp in an attempt to comfort her. It was unheard of for a non-alpha or alpha-to-be to claim themselves a companion, or at the very least she herself had never heard of cases before entering these strange lands.

She did her best not to dwell on it too much, and instead turned her attention to the conversation at hand, listening intently as she absorbed all the information and sorted the packs into lists so she knew which ones to avoid. Avoid Ashen and Armada. She made the note. Avoid messing with any pack, but especially Ashen and Armada. She couldn’t take a pack by herself, much less a pack with an army by herself. “Packs… these are what I would know as Tribes, yes?” She asked, hoping the terminology made enough sense that he could confirm or deny.

Did the information help. She nodded. “Yes, very much. Thank you, you’ve done me a kindness.” She had received more information than she had been expecting. She’d received names and locations and some traits. “You’re from Valhalla, then?" She already knew the answer as he'd introduced himself, it was simply a way to shift the conversation slightly. “What’s it like?” She asked, simply curious as to how the packs operated. She detested having to answer to anyone else, but she accepted that despite it being in the distance, when winter came, she may have to submit to authority to simply survive. The part of last winter that she’d been on the run for had been rough on her, and nearly killed Carlys from the cold.

She’d save Valhalla in her mind, barring any negative interactions with any other members.