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There was a distinct loss in tension in the regent's dark shoulders, but not completely. Either way, that was progress towards a certain lewd goal, was it not? The sound of a reply in her native tongue met her tall audits, and a joyous grin slowly began to creep over her features. Another pillager, hunter, warrior woman. She was hooked now, the caramel bitch would have this gunmetal femme if it was the last thing she did. It probably would be, if her luck was any contest to it. When the ebony jaws of her companion opened again, she felt something akin to pity for the woman. However, it did not last long. Obviously the she wolf wouldn't be wanting that emotion from her. "Aye, I should think it must be a relief not to be surrounded by the uncouth for once." She chuckled, her hearty vocals amused in the slightest. She was coming to recognize a strange pattern of speech that leaked from the maw of the granite coated femme.
There was a ponderous narrowing in the mercury optics of the smaller woman, who then slowly opened her mouth again to speak. Attentive audits would push forward curiously as she lowered her crown in the slightest to watch the expression that might change upon those angular features. An offering of a home, already? How intriguing. A disdain for the soft hearts of these wolves here became known, obvious to be annoying to a fellow Viking. A place there, for her? A tempting offer, but more thought should be given, shouldn't it? Sure, the allure of the petite lady and all her glory would be enough to drag her there, but it should be more that drew her under someone's command. She tended to chafe under the command of others, preferring to lead her own troops and go off to raid as she pleased. Before a reply could fall from Sigyn's inky lips, the masked wolfess would turn and pad soundlessly from the cavern. There were hardly tremors from her movement, not something the giantess was used to after being raised among fellow behemoths that shook the ground under their feet.
Cornflower optics would follow the disappearing rump of the mysterious Katja, and when it disappeared she would turn to look to the cavern around her. The heavenly vocals would begin again, and an amused chuckle would trickle from her maw. "Maybe the gods do speak in wordless tongues here..." She would rumble absently, silken banner flicking at her hocks. Then, her powerful limbs would begin to move, carrying her from the cavern with her crown between broad golden shoulders as she decided to walk about while she pondered the offer. A pack might be nice, somewhere with troops to train into formidable warriors. Though, that would mean tying herself to a leader. She had only followed her father's orders half of the time for the sake of keeping him from trying to put her in some mythical place where she was supposed to be. Massive paws would strike the terra, leading her somewhere she didn't care to know quite yet as her mind roamed over the possibilities.
-Exit Sigyn-

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