New friends in the making

Foreign. Akemi couldn’t help but supress a chuckle at his words. Aye, she remembered those days. When she first came to Secretua, a pregnant fae with a brother whom abandoned the pack. “It was much the same for me when I first joined, believe me.” She had never heard of a pack by the name Valhalla... And she found it rather odd. Did these wolves believe in the same sort of gods as she did? Or perhaps there was something more to it?

The female would blink a little as Ravine admitted that the only wolves that he had spoken to as of yet were Rune and herself. Well, that made her feel a little more comfortable, now didn’t it? She would give a gently smile, perhaps a bit unusual for the little spitfire.

“In order for a pack to work the members must be willing to cooperate with one another. Be it in a hunt, a fight... Such things are key.” The female would breathe out slowly. “Admittedly I had to have a talk with my son about you. I’m not sure if you noticed the sour face he gave you at the hunt. He didn’t quite understand why I gave you the job I did.” The female would let out a soft chuckle.

“Einarr is a good kid, even if he has a bit of a temper. I assure you he means well.” The female would tilt her head to the side. “What of you? No family with you?”