Dark Nights

Katja merely listened as the two males conversed shortly. The rogue had made a comment directed at her, but she just inclined her head a little to the side, making no reaction. She had no pre-intentions either way... killing him, not killing him, they would provoke the same feelings in her, or lack thereof. Viking and mercenary, she had killed many, some far more innocent than this male and for less reason, but there was little she would be getting out of it if she were to do so this time. She would take her cue from the Ebony male, who seemed to hold some high rank judging by the way he held himself and reacted. She would remain a silent presence, a vague threat and back-up if she was needed. For now, anyway.

The rogue removed himself over the border at the Ebony wolf's behest. Katja's gaze slid back to the Ebony wolf. "I am Katja Finnvi," she spoke, taking the opportunity provided by the other wolf's movement to introduce herself. It would be more useful, in her mind, for the pair to know each other by name at least, to be able to refer to them and build some small rapport. She cocked her head toward the rogue, a 'what now?' sort of gesture for the Ebony wolf.



"Speech"

I won't be ignored

Time won't heal this damage anymore