I WAS A HEAVY HEART TO CARRY

Equal exchange for secrets was it? Vahva didn't mind that, even though it wasn't worth anything to her, after all they all ended up dead. She held no big secret, she just didn't wish for this girl to turn into a personal stalker and follow her to Valhalla. Specially, since she mentioned she was already part of a different group of wolves. Did this mean she was indeed going in the wrong direction? The scents were all mixed up. It was all because of this stupid old bag of bones here next to her. That was what Vahva was thinking in the very back of her mind at least. As she shifted to be more comfortable she opened her mouth to make a sarcastic remark.

"If I had been doing any of those things why would I be here lost of all things. Not like anyone cares in the first place. Before I met my cousin I probably could have vanished off the face of the earth and no one would have noticed." Vahva exclaimed out loud, the sound echoing into the empty plain desert. Her red eyes didn't even make eye contact with the girl, she simply looked out into the blazing dunes. Until standing she shook the sand off of her fur. She liked her pretty pelt, despite her being so snappy against everything. "If I had something to hide I'd make a better account of keeping it that way. No secrets here, I'm going to a pack I was born in, we may end up fighting in the future so I see no need to get friendly with those of potential rivals. Makes it much easier on the heart with those emotions a warrior simply does not need." There was no need for joy, no need for fear, and no need for friendship unless it was family who cared about you. Even then Vahva showed no interest in being friends with Natsu while he had risen her spirits slightly. There was nothing that could really make her happy again, unless some miracle brought her dead mother back to life.

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