Everything means everything

Almost immediately her interest was piqued - at least more than usual. His accent was not quite the same as her own but reminded her of the northern tongues, and she tilted her head in interest she didn't bother to conceal. Something almost like amusement touched her orange gaze as she watched him try to find his words, watching as he too stared and fumbled. Kiela let out a low laugh, a rarity for the stoic Jarvela, before finding her own tongue. "You are a northern wolf too," she noted plainly, a statement rather than a question. The way she gestured absently north, her internal compass always acutely attuned to where she was headed and where she'd come from, made it clear she didn't mean these lands, but somewhere further away.

"Kiela Jarvela," she offered quickly, not bothering with the niceties of small talk that generally preceded an introduction. There was a small chance he'd heard of her family, however impossibly minuscule it might be, and she figured it best to see if he did before she continued on. "You are new to these lands? I could say the same, but it has been years - though I still feel a stranger here." Kiela had been a yearling when she'd first come to Boreas and she wished she was surprised at how many years had passed, but instead she was acutely aware of each season that came and went.