Valencia

You approach and sit beside the young male wolf. His eyes are closed and his ears are swiveling, taking in the sounds around him. There is a moment of silence between before he absentmindedly mutters, "Vestur pruma... (thunder to the west)" He notes you sitting next to him and clears his throat, "My apologies, I was just listening for possible threats to the Oasis," He further explains in a calm tone, "It seems that a storm may be coming from the west, though it doesn't seem severe." "I am Valencia, scout of Oasis; It is a pleasure to meet you, hirða (nomad), I do hope we get along.