One cow to go

Valkyrie watched passively as Shaye approached. They’d met once before and of course the marauder remembered the giantess from that one clusterfuck of a challenge. She was surprised to see such a woman here but there were whisperings of wolves buying captives to free them. Valkyrie wouldn’t have minded if they were honest about their intentions, profit was profit, but it certainly made it more fun to figure out which ones were there because their bleeding hearts demanded it. Those, the ones she was certain of, she was determined to make squirm.

“I have not,” she answered smoothly. That was a lie because Valkyrie knew exactly who Shaye was looking for and the girl and her companion were already long gone. It would bring her nothing but misfortune if she ratted out buyers.

Valkyrie caught Shaye glancing at Circe and the corner of her mouth lifted slightly in a smirk. The eyes didn’t lie, they went where the heart directed them. Shaye wanted the slate woman. “How about instead of taking about what isn’t here we discuss what is, hm?” She motioned to Circe. “She’s due any day now. No doubt the pups will be as big and strong as her.”