Running with @haemoneiron
Asking for directions is a new experience for Sif. Usually, she’d be able to track Crow by smell alone. At least those she had asked for directions were accurate in their descriptions of Crow’s castle in that it was ‘hard to miss’.
She stood a respectable distance from the gate. Sif had heard that it would open for those that Crow would allow into the castle, but she had never heard anything about what would happen if she failed that test. She was no longer a young pup, ready to jump headfirst into danger.
Luckily (or unluckily), Sif began to feel the hair on the nape of her neck rise with unease. She was certain that if she still had a ruff, it would be standing on end. Through her weak human nose, she could smell moonlight, darkness, and... decay? She turns to see Crow covered in bandages. Ah. Perhaps the new smell was due to some factor of her costume.
As she approached, Sif nodded her head in greeting.
“Greetings, Lady Crow. I wast hoping to find thee hither. I believe I have not hadst the chance to formally introduce myself in a way thou might understand. I am Sif, the Great Grey Wolf.”
She gave a small bow, as is courteous of a human knight.
“I am given to understand this temporary appearance of mine may beest more... acceptable to thee than mine other one.” Sif was trying to be polite as possible, but she couldn’t help the slight snarl at the word ‘acceptable,’ for she was very proud of her true form.
“Given this opportunity, I wast hoping we might setteth aside our differences for the time being and converse openly? Gwyndolin seems quite fond of thee and I would like to see why for myself. Would thou agree to speaketh with me?”
