Arvid bites his tongue with the flicker of his ear; yeah, he hasn’t really gotten used to this Konungr thing. He doesn’t know how to introduce himself and announce his status over the entirely of the pack without sounding like he thinks he’s above everyone else - when really, he grew up with every single one of them.

He wants to ask if she’s taken the night, but she’d probably just counter and ask if he was born in a storm. Was he? He doesn’t know. His name isn’t even remotely Nordic, and it doesnt even match his accent, or their Viking bloodline - but changing a last name without a marriage and so soon after the murder of his father would be disrespectful.

He sighs and casts his gaze upon something else, as it just now occurred to him that he might have been caught up in her beauty a moment too long.

Greetings, Winona. You’ve found Northfall and we always have room for those willing to join us. Would you please tell me more about you and your skillset, so that I may know where to place you among my ranks? He politely sits with the wag of his tail, awaiting to learn more of her.