flat laid palms & sweet nothings

She’d been pushing herself hard, mostly with wall repairs on this particular day. She had doused herself with a strong peppermint oil to tamp down the consequential side effects of her sixth birth season, and though she’d been laying stones that had fallen from the wall that bordered Valhalla’s territories, she’d become adept enough at it that little of the mortar clung to her coat, save for a smudge of it here and there.

However, work of a more business-like vein called, and she rose with a huff from the top of the wall where she’d been laying one of the top-stones with help from Ardyn. He cast her a questioning look but she nodded to the wall. “Go ahead and keep working for now, and catch up when you finish if the visitor’s still here.”

She dropped to the ground on the pack-side of the wall and trotted briskly toward the call, following the inner curve of the stone structure her father had begun as a mere line of rocks as a visible marker to pups and outside wolves.

She veered inward slightly in order to come into sight in such a way that she saw the stranger before he caught sight of her, taking the brief moment to assess him before she stood before him, nodding in greeting as she spoke, words lilting, “You stand at the wall of Valhalla. I am Aurielle Adravendi, Spirit – or Alpha – of Valhalla. What brings you to our borders?”

Gradated sapphire-into-sky blue eyes studied him steadily, taking in the dark coat and bright eyes, her ears lightly perked forward to hear what he had to say. She held herself with quiet dignity, making no effort to appear intimidating or royal. She made enough of a statement with her white coat shimmering in moonstone flashes and glowing with bright blue-white light.

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