Eir loved to explore other lands, to go out there and enjoy the beauties the world had to offer her young heart. A heart of a warrior, of a traveler but also a protector of others. But today she decided to stay home, to take rest from her adventures, to enjoy the time within the pack's lands. From a nomad to a pack wolf it took a lot of time for her to make the adjustment to such a different life. From moving from place to place, from leaving on the coldness of the north regions she traveled with her family to stay in a static place, around wolves of less strict habits. So far she felt pleased with her choice, with choosing to learn in exchange for her hard work and dedication as a warrior of Lirim, under Torin's name. She was at the entrance of her den, lying down as she contemplated the morning's sunrise. Her expression was calm, without worry. She had already got breakfast so she was ready to begin her day, a day she would spend in the pack. Slowly, she stood up shaking her coat. Calmly she left her den behind as she walked through the pack's camp, under those willows. "Hello" | 'Thoughts' | 'Your speech'

She had grown incredibly sad since her only senior friend in the pack had passed away. But she knew that it was coming sooner or later. Now the old warrior had been laid to rest. She wondered when her day would come to pass...when she would no longer walk the earth. It didn't sadden her to think about it if she was honest with herself. She had lived a long life, and perhaps she was ready to move on. Well...sort of. The old woman walked slowly along her daily path, trying to keep herself moving so she didn't get too stiff. The pack was a quiet one, which suited her just fine. But sometimes she missed the noise and the life that indicated a pack was alive. Oh well...some things couldn't be helped.

As she shuffled along, she couldn't help but notice someone else also seemingly taking a stroll. While the hermit woman was usually one to keep to herself, she found herself craving company since Zell had died...and of course, since she had been unable to visit Tornach for a while. She altered her course towards the younger female, a small smile showing as she slowly made her way over. "Good morning young lady," She croaked in her old woman voice, "Fine day for a morning stroll, hm?"