Starting fires wherever we go

So this was Ulric’s homecoming, of a sort. The Archer-Lyall had to wonder if she would ever do the same? It wasn’t as if she couldn’t go back whenever she wanted, her mother hadn’t expelled her from the pack despite her open defiance...

"I come from around a place the locals call the wildwood... Although that’s just one territory in all it encompasses, it’s different there... old world, compared to all of this." She was still adjusting to the way wolves functioned here, fighting alongside companions, wearing armour, using wheels and cottages and castles... Sometimes she wondered if she’d ever wake up and find out it had all been a dream. "It almost feels like Mort found us as soon as we’d crawled from th’ sea, then Sirius caught up with us the next day and here I am.". She couldn’t contain a chuckle, her initial shock at the sight of the wings on the child seeming foolish now she knew how good hearted the boy was. "We’ll see how long it lasts," she added jokingly, a small smirk pulling at the edge of her lips. So far, she was willing to put all her faith in Sirius, the fatherly wolf quickly earning himself a soft spot with the silver girl. She had admired his leadership so far, but there was still the question of the injuries the wolf before her had sustained. "How did all this come about anyway?" she motioned to his shoulder with a tip of her head.

"speech".