One Can Only Dream

She'd been sticking around the area near the pack called Valhalla, the one that the man Thane with the big eagle belonged to. Her brother Yang had been quite interested in finding out more about the pack, so the twins had set out towards the place. Yin of course, wanted nothing to do with the pack. She disliked the idea of being in a pack again. It was almost like her brother was trying to replace their family. No one could replace her family. It didn't matter if they ended up in the nicest pack in this place, it would never be home to her. Home was where she'd grown up and she would never be able to get it back. It was gone forever and there was no replacing.


The ivory she-wolf with the obsidian tail had wandered away from the Valhallan lands, preferring to wander than sit around and listen to whatever crap they wanted to talk about. The last time she'd wandered off she'd encountered Hansel and she'd nearly lost her life fighting a damn mountain lion. Maybe this time there wouldn't be so much adventure. Porcelain paws carried the dame through an unknown area, mismatched gems flickering across her new surrounds, dark nostrils flaring as she checked the area out. There was a faint scent of another wolf on the breeze; female. Since arriving in these new lands, she'd yet to come across another female and she was rather interested to see what some of the females around these parts like were. Were they warriors like herself? There was only one way to find out. Movements were precise, nearly undetectable as she moved through the shadows, icy and sea green eyes coming across the darker figure of a women up ahead. Movements were stilled, bodice crouching low to the ground, simply observing the darker woman. She didn't look like much of a warrior...then again appearances could be deceiving.



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