Wildings? I cannot say I've heard that before. What are these wildings like, then? Iron-bearing warriors that raze all that lies before them?

[That is what the name brought to mind, after all, and she pictured an army of Stefans, all with that greedy glint of moremoremore in their eye.

The wolf's response to her had her smiling, wings opening and spreading so she could crouch down to look him in his eye without bending them.]

You are quite the handsome fellow. And you've got quite a handsome friend. Two sides of the same coin, mm? Black and white, wolf and man. I find you very interesting.