When I Grow Up

Valkyrie rolled her neck and stretched on the outskirts of the market grounds. After a beat she began to pad away. She needed a break. Standing before a crowd and managing bets didn't seem like much work, but after nearly a day of it the marauder needed to take a breather. She was doing well for herself and it was clear that when everything was said and done the band was going to have made a killing.

 

It felt good to stretch her legs so Valkyrie roved far. The market was in capable paws so she had no worry to keep her close by. Her wolves could handle things and she had no doubt it would be as she had left it when she got back.

Her eyes fell upon a shiny red object on a dark background by the lake and Valkyrie, ever curious, decided to investigate. As she neared it became clear that the background was in fact the large, dark form of a wolf and the shiny red thing beside him was a helmet of some kind. She recognized the shape from one of the options she'd been given by the crafter who had made her battle accessories.

More details jumped out at her the closer she got. The dark wolf was male, his features notably masculine and strong, and quite large. Though he sported a man's build there was a certain youthfulness to his features that pointed to him being as young as he was tall. A yearling, perhaps. Certainly not much younger than Valkyrie. "Are you lost, stranger?"