The voice that called to her was youthful, and for a moment Katja's eyes closed in a silent prayer for patience and understanding. Whoever had passed the word that Yfir was taking in stray babies for training was going to find themselves tied to a rock at the bottom of a very deep lake if any more showed up at the borders. But, gods be ever so kind, she would get through this.
Stalking toward the source of the call, she was surprised to find a young male every inch as tall as Laufey. She studied him through narrowed eyes as she paced to within speaking range. His coloration was even similar to Laufey's, though this boy had more white than Laufey. A relative, perhaps? It was too great a coincidence otherwise, but she would not assume.
"Can I help you, boy?" she asked neutrally when she'd closed enough distance to be heard without shouting. She rethought her words immediately - surely even with a yearling stranger she should at least attempt diplomacy, however distasteful it may be to her, and introduce herself. Whatever the boy may want, it would be... practice for her. "I am Katja Finnvi, drottning of Yfir."
