The anchor

There was no denying that things where no longer the same; her father had been scarce among the lands and many where beginning to question his authority to rule. It was only a few days ago before the challenge for Valhalla arose, and all Meinx could think about was amenti could very well be the next. Afterall her kingdom was smaller, with less able bodies then her aunts pack [ even if there are some very capable wolves here], and the whole thought would send spirals or alarm.

Meinx would rise from her deep slumber, needing to speak to one of her siblings that not only was one of the strongests; but the most determined and trustworthy. With a few minutes of bounding just outside of the caves the black pearl would stop, her feet carressing the floor while her crown would raise towards the sky a soft calling for her sibling, her and only her.

Very little could stay in the mind of the youth; and now it was time for her to voice her concerns, in the hopes Vyv will be of some guidance. With however blunt and obssessive she may be- there was no questioning the loyalty she had to their father.