Odette could tell that the girl remained afraid, unsure of how to properly respond to her kindness. She remembered how it had been for her at the young age of three months, far from home without any sign of her family in sight. Now, as she recalled the sweet Chrysanthe appearing out of nowhere, she realized that she had become the same as her mother. The thought only made her smile grow brighter in warmth and she listened with attentive ears as she explained her lineage.
For a minute, she had to think of the names Arivae gave her, making her mind flip through files of past seasons regarding Valhalla. She remembered a meeting Erani once had with Ludicael, of which a female wolf named Song had ruled. Small and white with bi-colored eyes, she was indeed a simple beauty. Odette looked down at the black female and realized that most of her looks came from her father, then. Same colored eyes, black fur, and markings that didn't come from Song's petite form. "I knew your mother vaguely, at an earlier time. She was very sweet." She blinked softly and wrapped her thick tail around her large haunches. "As for your father...I never got to meet him." Odette really did need to get out of the house every once in awhile. "What has brought you here, Miss Arivae? Do you live somewhere around the North?"
