Out of reach

Kiela had yet to really get to know the wolves of Heiðinn in any meaningful way, but surely Víðarr knew as well as she did that her presence here would never be a terribly loud one. She was inclined to keep to herself more often than not, though she knew with time she'd get to know her new packmates. At least Sverre was familiar to her and his company was refreshing, yet another like-minded wolf that reminded her of those she'd grown up alongside. She was grateful he'd joined her here, both in the pack in general and here today.

She greeted him with the faintest of smiles, her own tail slowly waving behind her where she stood. There were no needless pleasantries, something she appreciated, as he cut right to the point - wondering too about the odd happenings that she'd been noticing. "I did," she replied with a sigh. If these things meant a catastrophic winter, she feared what it would mean for her herd and for Heiðinn, but she'd never quite experienced anything exactly like this before. Perhaps she'd felt the earth tremor in such a way when accompanied by storms, but there seemed to be no such storm on the horizon.

"That doesn't look like any star I've ever seen. What do you think?" Kiela was genuine curious, her expression imploring as she studied Sverre to see what he made of all this.

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