Gjalla's focus and attention on her did not go unnoticed by Solvi. There was a very subtle change to her gaze, as if she had taken interest in the yearling. Then her voice pierced the silence, strong and full of vigor. There was an invitation at the end of it, one to join her pack of Stormrift. But should she go?

Tell me more of your Stormrift? What are your beliefs? Your ways of life? I must know the trail I walk upon before making the journey. Better not to jump first without thinking clearly.

Solvi hoped that this woman understood her point of view, though readied herself for instant rejection for any kind of weakness to be shown. The world was a cruel place, this she knew. But perhaps not all would close their hearts and doors to a young woman filled with so much potential. If only she could make someone proud.