Meet and greet

Tenshi had been busying herself when the call rang out. From the border, the request made her curious. Lifting her head a bit higher and turning an ear to listen, she wondered who it could be. Shifting away from the pot of soup that she had been tending to, Tenshi made her way from the communal kitchen area. Following the lit and well-marked paths, it didn't take her long to emerge from the depths of Fenrir Maw out into the snowy hills of the mountain's slope. From her position, she could see the gathering of wolves at their border. Surprised at how many congregated around the dark blue figure, her pace quickens as she heads through the snow.

From out of the corner of her eye, she sees Vidarr and Erik a bit ahead of her. Ah, yes, this would indeed be a good teaching moment for the boy. Loping onto the scene where she sees an older male and several younger females, Tenshi tilts her head in question. What was this man doing here with so many young girls? As her nose twitches, she scents that they are all his daughters. Interesting. Stepping up beside Vidarr as they enter the cavern, Tenshi moves to settle near where Vidarr will rest. Glad for the warmth of the fire, Tenshi is quick to stoke the flames so that they don't die down too much. Looking at the girls, she smiles warmly in only a way that a mother could before moving her attention to Artorias.

"And I, Ya-hrm,"  she falters, remembering that she would soon no longer be a Yama, but a Trygg. A Viking, not a mountain-koi. "Tenshi Trygg, though not quite official yet,"  there is humor in her tone as her gaze flickers to Vidarr. Teasing the Shadow is a favorite pastime of hers. "I hope the journey has treated you all nicely,"  her accented tones are a mixture of Nihon and the newly acquainted Swedish. Soon, the Nihon would be only a mere distant memory.

"Speech"