Her old home, her birth pack, something she hadn't smelt in a while was Valhallan soil. She slightly missed it, it brought memories back of her mother, a stinging pain poked at her heart. Even with the memory of her father as well. Vahva had lived here for a bit after the volcano eruption, but now she was not returning. She was here on other official business with however was running the pack. It would still be nice to speak with them though. The winter plagued the land, gripped it visciously. As the black and white female made her way to the borders, electric blue mane shining brightly in the day. She had noticed how all the packs had been on edge, so she had gotten used to making herself look less threatening with her intentions. This was her birth pack after all. The shaman just had something to do before she could decide on a path, and she as hell would probably be giving her head out on a silver platter with this. She had saved Valhalla for last, already coming from Seracia, and Tortuga. She had spoken to Epiphron and Taurig. It was Valhalla's turn, and she certainly hoped that they would remember her if her head was removed from her body. Hopefully the man still had an inch of respect in him to meet her terms when she came to attempt to pry his crown from his head. The albino bastard. One she hadn't even met yet, and hated. Speech,

Now was not a good time for visitors, and that was just what this woman at her borders seemed to be doing. Chrysanthe would step toward the stranger, her eyes expressionless, and her figure carried as a leader, but without maliciousness. This woman did not smell of Glaciem, only ever so faintly of packs that she held an alliance with. It was for that reason that she would approach her with more curiosity than anything else, her tail level with her spine and her head held high despite everything to the right of her being as good as blackness in terms of sight. With her good eye she would look the other female over, idly curious as to where she got her bright blue mane, but even more so at what her business was here. "I am Chrysanthe Adravendi, Valhalla's alpha. To what do I owe the honor, stranger?" She would ask, and expectantly await an answer from the other woman. Hopefully it wouldn't be more bad news, she seemed to be getting nothing but nowadays.