Vahva had been relaxing some, her muscles were sore from trying to climb a tree. Failing she had fallen, and cracked her back some bit. Though she could easily handle and treat it. Sitting near the pool of water, the woman pulled her tongue into the water to take a drink. She was sore all over dammnit, and she needed to build her strength to go face the king of the north. She knew that, she knew she could be risking her life as well as her own faith in her old family. She was a nobody though, ever since she left Ala then returned a year later, no one bothered to remember her. The same as her mother who had been a lead healer of Valhalla. What was the point if no one remembered you? You couldn't just die just like that. Unreasonable if you ever asked the wolf in any tone. After she was finished, she did a number of stretches on her back until it was a little bit better. Standing, her eyes wandered over to the Valhallan territory. She wondered if her birth pack would ever welcome her back, if she would fit in anywhere since her recent falling of a queen in another place. This place was harsh she knew that much, and it would become much harsher if she were not careful. Her tail flicked back and forth as she yawned shaking water droplets from her bright blue mane from the rain. Speech,

Guinevere

War. It is like a sticky toffee that sticks to the roof of your mouth, it becomes quite the center of your attention yet not really obtaining a great deal of importance. That was right. War sorted nothing but pain, and the excruciating images it leaves behind, Repeating over and over again. Perhaps Guinevere was lucky, being to young to witness or even be involved in it. Never will she know the true experience, at least not so soon. The day was opened up by a streaming light, the cold obtaining around our bodies, winter leaves the most beautiful of appearances when untouched, it was like christmas. Guinevere always thought of herself as the angel that a family places upon a tree. The mystical creatures do nothing but help and spread the joy around, even if those thought otherwise, it kept the youth happy. The specks of dust would flick past her paws, as she treads forth, focusing upon a women whom looked quite the work of art. The blue upon her scruff and cranium grasped guinevere the most, it was nothing natural. The girl would near closer, inspecting the pain in her back " Are you alright miss? do you need any help?" Her mother was a healer, but not once did the adravendi get the chance to be taught a lesson, perhaps one day she'll get the opportunity. But then it clicked into her mind,why was a rouge in the middle of no where, especially while they seem to be in pain? " Why have you ventured so far out here? It seems as though your in quite the pickle"

Vahva flicked her attention over to the youngster she was confronted with. Interesting as it may have been it was a valhallan, bringing her guards to drop suddenly without a second thought. She could not fight with those of her own birth pack, it simply was not possible. Her red eyes searched her over, she looked oddly familiar if anything. Vahva may not have been in Valhalla for very long, but she knew who Cairo had been, her mother had been punished because of Vahva's birth so how could she ever forget? Though asking to help was a bit far, Vahva wasn't just a warrior, she was a great healer, in fact she had easily treated the wounds and she only needed to stretch every day for them to fully heal. The gesture however was nice enough, bringing a kind smile to the woman's face her vibrant blue mane shining against the waters edge. "I'm fine, I simply fell from a tree and have already treated my wounds." Vahva sat down and shook her body free from water vapor that had accumulated on her fur. She tilted her head to a side for a moment. "No pickle you seem to know my dear, I came from a recent Valhalla visit, I was born there. And I'm heading to the north to challenge Isar for his throne at Glaciem." Vahva said. It was no longer a secret, and considering everyone knew who the lad was. She did hope she didn't need to explain, though she was having second doubts if anything. If she were not strong enough, what would happen to her, what would isar do to her. Or worst of all Valhalla and their allies. Speech,