She seemed quite nice, Valeska thought. First impressions were everything, and already the Priestess had made up her mind that this was decidedly a good spirit. Staring up at her from the base of the rock, she smiled winningly (she assumed; objectively speaking it was borderline frightening in its intensity) and felt the pitiful stump at the end of her rump try to wag.

Ouch.

Truth be told she would never mind a stranger taking refuge in their home. It was almost always for a good reason, whether it be injury or fleeing some terrible danger, and she had no doubt in her mind the oddly floppy-eared little wolf had a perfectly natural explanation.

Even if she didn't, Valeska wouldn't mind.

It is no matter, she said dismissively. You are welcome, here; do not be afraid! We are welcoming of strangers here, no matter the cause. Everyone deserves to have a home, no?

Without asking permission or saying another word, Valeska went around and clambered noisily up the side of the boulder to stand next to Valkyrie so they might meet more personally. Next to each other, they were pretty much the same height, and she offered her another winning (worrying) smile to calm the woman's nerves (hopefully).

It is good to meet you, Valkyrie. Where do you come from?

She tilted her head to the side.

And who is Valhalla? Perhaps if you describe them, I can help you look?