hush now

Laying with her muzzle on her paws, Katja watched the antics of her pack as they celebrated their victory. Not all appeared to be as eager to celebrate, but others were coaxing them in and she would leave that up to her pack to settle for themselves. She was tired, bone-deep tired, and ached with wounds she had taken in battle and reopened. She was getting older, her body less resilient, and the wounds and the blood loss were hitting her harder now than they had once done. The knowledge did not frighten her, for no matter how infirm her body grew she would never shirk from a fight and no matter her age she would die in battle to join Auora in Valhalla, but it did raise a certain melancholy within her. What didshe have to leave behind as a legacy? Laufey had his young son, Auora had birthed two fine warriors, but neither Laufey nor Laerke and Lyndvarr had been raised Finnvi despite their blood. Was young Stori to be her legacy? This child, born of a thrall, the only Finnvi child? She would have to find Laufey a proper wife to bear children upon... or perhaps Kapra, though he would likely chafe at the responsibility. Musing to herself in this vein, she continued to watch, shifting occasionally as her wounds pained her.