He hadn't the chance to really explore the pack lands of Valhalla. Torben wandered in the dead of night, careful not to wake sleeping wolves. His massive body cut through the tall grass, made crisp and cold by the winter weather. He resisted to shiver as he walked and found relief in sparse open areas void of foliage. It was a short relief. The pools of water were frozen through, and while they didn't have grass, he found the sheet of ice not much different. His ears flicked forward, asserting he heard something. His muzzle and part of his head peered through the grass, spotting movement ahead of him. He didn't know who it was, but it was not prey. The smell was a wolf. "Lo there?" he called out softly. The scent was clearly Valhalla; this was a wolf of the pack. The grass shivered in front of his eyes, parted by the stretch of a frozen stream. "m' new here" he added, knowing his scent wasn't very strong. He could have scared the other "uh, m' a scout with a very long title." He added, joking and also not. SPEECH HERE

It was late. Most of Valhalla was sleeping save for the patrols at the borders...and her. She was having trouble sleeping, and she run out of both chamomile and lavender. But since it was Winter, she was having trouble finding any among Valhallan lands. Perhaps one of the other healers had some spare herbs stored away...but she didn't want to go and bother them awake just so she could try to sleep. She softly sighed as she continued her fruitless search. Things were much harder for her without a second pair of eyes. Though she had managed before joining Valhalla, she still struggled from time to time. Her nose and ears were significantly stronger than her eyesight, but she made do. Her back was turned to the approaching stranger, but her mind had wandered to places she might be able to find some of the herbs she was looking for. She figured it was worth a shot, but...still. She was unlikely to find much if anything, until Spring. "Lo there?" She startled just a tad, head turning to try and see who it was, and she caught a glimpse of a hulking figure and a fairly interesting accent. She couldn't help the giggle that escaped her at his last few words. "Good evening, sir. I'm a healer with a...well, perhaps not as long a title as yours," Her head tilted to the side so she could try to get a better look at him. Under the moonlight, his coat appeared to be just as pale as hers. "Speak"

Ah, so she was a healer. He gave a conversational nod. Now that he knew at least one healer in Valhalla, Torben could say he was prepared if things went south. Her name was not given but he didn't use that against her. "Name's Torben" he introduced himself first, lifting a paw to gesture to his chest "I didn't interrupt ye, did I?" To his knowledge, healers always had something to do. Something to prepare or things to occupy their time with. Her own coat was pale like his, and he was thankful for the moon's assistance. Torben rarely ventured outside in the blazing sun. But, ah, if he had interrupted her... Maybe he could make it up to her? Gather herbs or tend to the wounded as an assistant of hers. Maybe. He didn't know. SPEECH HERE