Like a good neighbor, the Hallows is there!

After the alpha meeting, Delphi had not expected such a quick return of aid from Artorias. She had mentioned their ranks were lacking in skill. Not to make Hemlock appear weak, but to be honest. They were in no shape to be taking on any enemy at this point. It worried the new leader endlessly. Most of their members were getting on in years and the newer pups were too young for any expectations. Let alone, Delphi wasn’t sure Vidarr’s pups would even stick around. Did this mean she was due for her own?

Shaking the idea from her mind at the sound of a lyrical howl, her interest is perked. Quickly draping the wolverine cloak over her shoulders to keep her fur dry and warm, Delphi wastes no time approaching the border. Who stands there is familiar, but also not at the same time.

“Greetings,” Delphi speaks over the howl of the wind, her tail wagging a few times. The girl’s scent was clear - she was definitely from the Hallows. “Are you one of Artorias’?” She questions, a smile growing along her lips as she turns to motion the girl over the border and toward the guest caves that litter the tree line along the base of the mountain. “I’m sure he’s given you information, but I’m Delphi, Curator of Hemlock, previously Heidinn,” her smile doesn’t falter as she enters the cave and begins to build a small fire.

“So, what brings you here?” Delphi asks, moving sticks about into a good sized pile.