Another morning, another beginning to a day without her parents around. Odette had remained in the den they had made their home, only to hold onto the memories that were made in her young puppyhood. She woke up each morning with their scents still strongly wrapped around her memories, but now they were fading, a little bit at a time. Her young heart ached for their physical beings to be there, to curl up around her with the cold seasons already moving in. Alas, she would become disappointed and so she set out to leave the den again. Odette began to wonder what she was going to do with her life. She had no guidance, no way to understand the differences between a good wolf and a bad one, and she didn't have her siblings to keep her company. The sadness that was building up inside of her slowly turned sour, becoming a rage that she didn't know how to keep down. New energy burst from her and she began to run, each hard step getting her farther and farther away from what she missed so much. It was a blind run and she finally found herself near the Valhallan territory. She always seemed to end up here, but she didn't complain because she usually met someone out there. The fact that someone usually showed up made her happy for the potential company, but today she was too upset to even think about sitting down and talking with someone. Instead, she angrily scuffed at the ground, limbs shaking from the anger that she had from her family's absence. She had to let the anger out, get rid of the negativity that was swirling in her mind. Talk like this

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She moved away from Valhalla, she didn't like the things going on since the thing with the ice king. What bothered Seraphine even more, her father and friends seemed to willing to join in this unnecessary trouble. It annoyed the girl so much, she needed to find a way to release these troubles, needed to feel something... pain. Yes, she needed it right now. Upon walking she would find a wolf straight ahead, also looking like she was in a bad mood. Good, it would help. "Hey you, you seem troubled also. How about a spar?" She would bark, coming to a stop, holding her head up, waiting for the girl to answer. "normal. talk. think. you.

She was so wrapped up in the anger that was swirling in her body that it took her a couple of seconds to realize someone had spoken. Head immediately twisted to look in the direction of the voice, ears pinned against her skull as she narrowed her gaze onto the bigger pup that was approaching. With her gaze pinpointed on the stranger, she sized her up, taking note of the length of the girl's legs and how they carried her gentle form across the long grass. Slowly, Odette turned to face her head-on, becoming perfectly parallel to the black-furred fae. She took a few steps towards her before she let her lips curl back into a silent snarl. Anger flashed in her eyes and she gave a curt nod before saying, "Bring it on, I have enough anger in me to steer an army!" What type of army was left unsaid, but in Odette's mind, she thought it would be a pretty big one. Tail flicked behind her as she then realized that she didn't have any idea what she was supposed to do. Go with the flow, she assumed, was all she could do. No way was she going to admit to a stranger she was clueless. Talk like this