Noon had finally circled around, and so Solulfur was stealing a break in the spring sunshine. She was perched atop a lichen-dappled stone, grooming her thick mountaineer's fur to ensure it remained as weatherproof and perfectly neat as ever.

A nearby call was quick to catch her attention, though. It wasn't familiar, but it was a summons. From the Avon side of the border, too. Solulfur squinted suspiciously, pulling herself to her paws smoothly and trotting down the mountainside with a loose, confident stride. Her tail swung even with her spine, not quite decided whether she felt it prudent to arrive with her full shroud of intimidating energy surrounding her, or if she ought to risk assuming this to be a friendly Avon wolf politely announcing their welcome trespass.

She was glad, then, that she hadn't yet decided either way when she broke through the treeline to spot an almost-familiar pinkish frame perched at their borders. The girl was young, but unmistakably related to Fable, complete with a diminutive stature.

Solulfur, being quite self-assured, did not wait for confirmation of her suspicions. She approached the pup with a friendly, broad sweep of her tail and a barked-out greeting: Lítið Shakti-Vaes! The Vale, and Dawnbreak welcomes you.

The girl writhed, nose to tail, with ill-contained joy. Solulfur arched a brow at the display, watching pattering front paws scatter once-carefully arranged flowers. She halted a few feet from the puppy, waiting for the apparent initial excitement to wear itself out so the girl could speak without her wiggles trying to snap her in half.

You're pretty like winter, the pup offered.

Solulfur grinned toothily, tossing her head to let her freshly-groomed silver strands sway and catch the sunlight. You are correct, She praised, her accent thickening in her tone just to make it a more entertaining show for the girl. I am born of the sea, the snow and the stone. My name is Solulfur fra Nordri-Crane. I am a Mediator.

The youngest of the Shakti-Vaes had brought flowers, to which Solulfur offered a formal nod of her head. This was a thoughtful gift, that showed that the girl was being taught proper manners by her packmates. Very thoughtful. Your gift is appreciated. Come, we will take them to Solvi's den - so the next time a Dawnbreaker requires her tending, these will cheer them up. The Black Sun whirled on her paws deftly, although the girl went on.

She had lost a rabbit, and Solulfur wasn't sure if she'd simply dropped a corpse somewhere on her path, buried it and forgot where, or actually tried to bring a living hare to their borders.

In any case, it was gone now. Perhaps she'd learn to kill her prey, or cache it where she'd find it, next time. The flowers will do. Will any other Avon wolves be joining you?

Look for runes. Just because Kier was the undisputed best one for the job did not mean she wanted to do it all the time. She really didn't even want to do it some of the time. Sometimes she just went out and perched herself in a tall tree and took a nap instead.

Plus, as far as she could tell, this valley was pretty untouched by humans. She wasn't entirely sure where to even start looking for whatever odd carvings were supposed to sEaL tHe cOrRuPtiOn aWaY, not that they even paid attention to them half the time. She didn't have enough talons to count the number of times humans had completely ignored the very obvious signs to keep their offspring away from the railing at the zoo. But hey, it was a good excuse to fuck around during the day so yeah, for sure, she'd keep looking.

Feeling particularly well-rested on this fine spring day for no obvious reasons whatsoever, Kier spotted her beastie as she rode the wind in from the plains. Talking with a... smaller beastie. Huh. She circled, once, overhead before descending in a rush of snow white feathers and outstretched talons for those meticulously groomed silver strands as she landed on Fluffy's shoulder like a well trained parrot.

'Lo, wee beastie, she greeted curiously, tilting her head to better examine the pup and the bundle of wildflowers in her mouth. Have ye brought an offering?