The clock is ticking faster, as we live

Her seagull had been the one to clue her in on her fathers presence, and so she picked up her pace and headed towards the plains she had only visited twice before in her life, once to raid, and once entirely by accident. They had seemed a decent lot, those Valhalla wolves, it would be a shame to see them gone, they could have been decent future customers.

Bottles clinking merrily over her hips, held together with a string of vines it was almost comical to come upon the group of solemn old men staring expectantly at the would be leader. For a moment, she thought to have a little fun, strutting up to the stranger with her head held high, giving him a look up and down as if she was considering actually taking him on... but she couldn't hold her serious demeanour, the whole affair far too amusing for the newly minted adult hellbent on adventure, a pack sounded far too serious at this stage of her life. Instead, she snickered and offered a dip of her antlered head to the would be leader, “Break a leg, eh?” and then she moved to join the spectators. Not needing to ask if her father wanted a drink, she passed one to her old man and another over to the big dark guy beside him. After a second glance between the stash she had available and the wolves that were gathered, she sighed dramatically and nudged one towards Sirius too, plonking her ass down unceremoniously, somewhere between the two groups of adults. If anyone chose to turn her offerings down, she'd gather them up once the show was done.

“Speech”