Call away the memories; Briena

The words of the brute where greeted with a warm smile as the Alphena rose and touched her nose to a shoulder, it was a surprisingly intimate gesture that told him a lot of the fae before him. She was not the sort to act high and mighty, a queen and her cohort looking down upon the world. It was in part for this reason that he had decided to make his way here, he had learned that Valhalla was not a court or an army; it was a home, a concord of wolves that dwelled happily under her rule. It was shown in the kindness and acceptance in her touch and her bearing well regal was not oppressing but sweet.

Erani then spoke her peace, granting his acceptance into the pack and a status amongst them as a warrior, which he accepted with a nod of his head at the appropriate time. He was told to make himself at home and was welcomed into her borders. He learnt then also of how busy she was and of a pack meeting to come: The perfect time to associate himself with the pack to learn names and faces.
?I will be there, my Alphess?
He promised her as she turned from him, her tail brushing against the soft fur of his shoulder, and he felt a brush of her noble scent and knew that she had marked him as one of her own. Just like that, the young warrior had himself a home and a family and as he watched her past he contemplated familiarising himself with the territory.