The priest was rarely in this neck of the tundra, preferring the mountains and the forests to the flat open plains. But the spirits wander, and the spirits call, so too does he.

Never far, never for long, not any more.

But the knuckles and bones he had thrown pointed him northward, the oldest of his bones crossed together. There were many ways it could be read, but it still was odd that his first tools had all been crossed.

So when he spotted the elder in the distance, he figures this is who the spirits were pointing him to. Life bouncing around the old wolf like a familiar friend, the spirits seemingly happy with the old woman. His dual toned voice answered, softly. I would love the company, if you would have it has he ever met anyone as old? Not living, at least, not in body. The beads dangling from his collar clacked together as he approached, moving to settle down nearby to give her space. I've caught your scent around, it is nice to meet you in person

First had been in Northfall, seemingly having wandered in and escorted out by Raisa, then around Saga's hiding spot where he had been leaving food. Would she recognize his now that he was closer, or had his scent been too fleeting to remember?

I am Valdís and you...the spirits know you He has been told, of course, that just outright saying so was a little..weird. But hey! He told his birds to stay back! That would make it less weird...yeah?