The tiny woman would sat on the white sands of Nephilim Island. Her new home. She hadn't been in Valhalla long, and already they'd moved. But she didn't mind. It was gorgeous here. And it was so huge. She could always find something new to explore. Just now she sat in a bay, staring out at the rolling waves. She loved the noise, the constant whoosing. She closed her eyes and imagined herself back with her brother. When they were just pups, frolicking on the beach. Without their parents or siblings, just them. She wished he was here. He saw right through her. He was her best friend back then, her only friend. A tear rolled down her cheek. God she missed him, it wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. She sat there, but no more tears came. She should have been trying to find a den, but she stayed. She would find one later. "Speech"

The island was as quiet as she would have expected it to be. The maned thirty four inch tall woman was back home. Maybe not the lands she had known, but none the less she was home. The shaman was getting used to not being at the head of the family. While she still had those leader qualities in her, perhaps this was the place to use those skills that she retained within her experience. Vahva the blue electric mane shining in the wind came along the shore as she spotted another darker toned lady with purple eyes. The woman approached her, smiling her red eyes went to look over her for a moment. "You look down, need some company?" Her rump hit the ground as she gave a kind soft look to the woman. This was what she did, she took care of others. Well that was the most of her at least. Speech,

Ardhel's head turned to see the woman who sat beside her. Snapping her out of her thoughts. She had an electric blue mane, and red eyes. She hadn't ever seen anything like it. You look down, need some company? she smiled at her, she certainly needed company. "Yeah, thanks, that would be great. I'm ardhel. You? Purple optics would light up a little, happy at the company. She didn't used to be as open with strangers, but since moving to Alacritia, she had become more trusting. She had begun to realise that not everyone was like her parents. That there were good people out in the world. A mild wind buffeted at her fur, Winter was giving in to spring. And for that she was grateful. She hated the cold. She looked to the woman to see her answer. Trying not to get too caught up in her thoughts again. Speech,