bringa ätlingarna hem

Wight is out exploring the nearby woods when Víðarr’s voice rings out. White dipped toes pause mid-step, head tilting slightly as the cosmic colored wolf ponders if she should join the meeting. The call had been for family and, while she not related by blood, Wight feels bound to this family. Mind made up, the nebula cloaked wolf sets a quick pace to join the family by the firepit. As she approaches, Wight dips her head in greeting to Víðarr and the other gathered wolves. Sitting as far off to the side and out of the way as she can, the nebula hued woman settles onto a stack of furs and slowly slides down onto her stomach. Duel-toned eyes search the faces of the others wolves, trying to see if they are as surprised as her about the call. She waits with the others in silence, waiting for the rest appear and the meeting to begin.

"Wight Baade"