Lilja's soft sigh of relief seemed to rub off on Hjördis—as the stranger's body eased, she felt the initial worry of scaring her dissipate entirely, replaced instead with good-humored wags of her tail. This girl truly was like her sister.

Hjördis's expression fell pensive for a split second when the question was brought forth: 'Did you move to the area, or...' The inquiry was unfinished, but she had the feeling that she knew where this question might be going.

Well, I... guess I did, in a way, she remarked, I... certainly am not from the area. I don't know how it is I ended up here. She chuckled softly, though she found little humor in the circumstances.

Even when she'd been cursed with the body of a wolf, however, Hjördis refused to return her heart from her sleeve. I'm trying my best to make do with what I have, but it's not easy, she admitted, I don't really know my way around here. The smile remained, yet it faltered.

The girl shook off the downcast thoughts and perked back up. No use dwelling on it, really, she chirped up, what's your name? I'm Hjördis. Hjördis Åkesdotter. She puffed out her chest with pride—her title was one she carried with honor, being the daughter of a powerful man. Nothing could change that—not even some stupid curse.