low-key doing a lookie

The slate-colored woman with her golden points made her way from the wintry mountain of Fenrir's Maw. Not that she had a particularly specific reason to be traveling that day. Perhaps she was bored or needed a change of scenery. As of late, Vidarr had been preoccupied with transforming their lands into something sustainable for the pack. Plus the trouble the young ones had been getting into was forcing her fur to grow whiter around her muzzle sooner than she cared for. Anticipating a relaxed day of wandering and maybe some sparring, Tenshi found herself wandering the Battlefield.

Bitter winds bit at her cheeks as she prowled. Her icy blue eyes scanned the barren landscape until a rather disheveled and slim wolf caught her attention. His stature was quite smaller than herself and from the features on his face, he appeared to be somewhat young. What was he doing out here alone? From his body posture and the distance she still had between her and him, it appeared that he might be having difficulty. Tenshi's brow furrows in concern as she makes her way toward him. As she gets closer, she can see he is in poor shape. A 'tsk' noise clicks quietly under her breath as she moves to close the distance between them.

"Boy, what is wrong?" Her accent is a mixture of Japanese and terrible Swedish. Being around the Vikings was morphing her mother tongue into something quite foreign. Still, she stands there, her gaze assessing the poor thing as she waits for him to respond.

"Speech"