The ground was still covered in a bunch of snow, it irritated her even more. When would winter end was the question lingering in the back of her head. The large female had ended up in a circle again, so she would simply had to head in the direction that she could smell Valhalla in. There was honestly no hope for her was there when it came to tracking. Perhaps that was the first thing Vahva would need to be trained with. She already knew enough about fighting and herbs, it was scenting and tracking she was horrible at. How the heck did an idiot like her cousin find Valhalla? Vahva wasn't entirely certain, the two year old female sighed and let out a groan before falling on the snow, her red eyes looking outwards in the valley.

"I would hate to ask for directions." She complained out loud to herself. If there was anything selfish about it Vahva wanted to handle everything on her own. She was young and still learning, but running around in a bunch of circles was getting her no where. How was she supposed to make others remember her name or create a story when she couldn't even reach her destination? "Honestly, Baka, how am I supposed to do any of those things those are your dreams, your words not mine." She stood up and shook the snow off of her vibrant blue mane.

"speech"

The beast was an image of curiosity, walking the snow-dusted plains like a dramatic theatre-player. Eos watched the ebony she-wolf from a safe distance, ears flicking curiously as the continued on with endless amusements, concluding with a somewhat satisfying and comical thump mid-stage. Funny. What on earth was it with half the population these days? The russet vixen sighed painfully, a hesitant step towards the awkward creature concluding her decision; she wouldn?t bother changing paths just for the sake of avoiding this beast, Eos had no desire to take the long way purely because of a troubled little actress. She paused before passing, tail rising in a subtle show of supremacy, having no aspiration to put up with? whatever the hell this diminutive female had going on. ?What could honestly be troubling you so much that you feel the need to shout your concerns to the world?? feminine tones crawled impolitely forward, pea green gaze held defensively, laboriously to the dark woman?s own. It was a rhetorical question really; Eos had absolutely no interest in what the beast had to say.

Partly Vahva hadn't expected someone to comment on her complaining out loud. More over she hadn't expected a wolf to take the time to actually want to talk to her in the first place. Great another wolf trying to pry all the information they could out of her? That was exactly what she wanted in her life, all the world asking about her plans and problems. Vahva sighed a little bit before turning to the female, she had lingering scents of Valhalla on her.

"Problems others shouldn't be bothered with. What about you, you got lingering scents of a pack on you though really faint. " The girl scratched the back of her head, her mane removing any last sources of snow on it. This would be an interesting interaction if she made it okay. Vahva wasn't a fighter unless provoked, and she was not currently provoked.
"speech"

Only now did the lady notice the peculiar blues that wound themselves through the woman?s mane, resting over her forehead and crawling between her ears; odd, it hardly seemed natural. An almost judgemental expression furrowed the youth?s brow, before she was again distracted by her companies reply, expression returning to that of void. Good, the babe realised that her idiotic whining was hardly necessary, that was a fabulous start to a higher quality life; or at atleast for those around her. The way she spoke seemed so? rushed, skipped; as if she had cut out the words necessary for her sentence to sound educated and proper. Wonderful. ?Oh fabulous, your airways are fully functional,? bitter sarcasm laced her tone, ears flicking against her scalp in mock defence, ?Merely a part of my past, woman; nothing to waste your exuberant curiosity on.? Tail wavered casually about her hind limbs, holding herself with an ever-present regality; somewhat unlike the banshee that reached a clumsy paw upwards to tend to an itch.