for a moment, she simply watches him. there is a confusion in her expression, as though she is trying to understand why this is the first thing he has chosen to ask.
feed?her gaze drops briefly to herself, then returns to him.
yes.
it is a truthful answer, but perhaps not the answer he seeks. she wonders if he can smell the real one hiding inside it. she wonders if all wolves can. her own clan could—they have always been able to.
her gaze moves over him again, this time with a little less caution and a little more curiosity.
sverke,she tries, careful with the shape of it. the pronunciation is imperfect, softened by her own tongue. she tilts her head afterward, watching for whether she has done it correctly.
i am fa’liya.
you far from.. skjoldrheim,she repeats after a moment, though the longer word nearly tangles itself.
this not north.why was someone like him so far from his home? with a bird, no less, who's absence suddenly felt much more noticeable. strange, considering how much noise it had made before.
bird bring you?