don't think, feel

She was returning from a quick hunt just beyond Valhalla's borders, and she hadn't missed the scent that had crossed through into pack lands. The scent was unfamiliar to her, but it was mingled with that of Valhalla's pack scent...so whoever it was, clearly had permission to be here. Still, she was curious as to who it was. She had been engrossed in training with the Nomads that she often missed when members joined or left. Was this another one that had joined their ranks? Or just a visitor? She had a de-feathered duck swinging from her jaws as she moved, but instead of going to the main alcove to drop it off at the pile, she sought out this new, interesting mystery.

She followed along the inside of the borders until eventually, she spotted a hulking white figure in the near distance. Was that them? It certainly wasn't her mother or Tel's blindingly white glow. As she neared the male, she offered a soft bark through the duck in her mouth as she caught up to him. When she did, she placed the duck by her feet and offered him a smile and a curious gaze. "Hello! I don't believe we've met yet, you're new to Valhalla right?" Of course, she knew the answer to that last question.

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