body and mind

He obliged to her request to come closer, and she studied him carefully as he approached. Kiela wouldn't make any assumptions about what sort of creature he might be but he certainly looked like a wolf that might come from her homelands, though he lacked the characteristic frame usually possessed by most Jarvela. Kiela tilted her head slightly as he drew closer, surprised at the fist thing he said. There was no small-talk, no empty greetings, simply a question - and she appreciated that. It wasn't something she expected him to ask though and she hesitated for a moment before finding the words to respond.

Her voice was gruff from lack of use, laced with her characteristic accent she'd never quite lost. Maybe in time it would grow less pronounced, but it wasn't as if she'd had a lot of practice acclimating to the local accent either, especially lately. "Yes. This herd is the one I look after recently," Kiela confirmed, shifting her weight from one side of her body to the other. She paused then, wondering how to phrase what she wanted to say next, since his own had been unexpected. "It is rare wolves here pay any attention to the reindeer. But you do," she said, as much a question as a statement, wondering if he'd care to elaborate.