Qualm
The russet lady had not had the chance to gather her thoughts, to ponder over the reaction of the great creature that stood so proudly before her. She would have liked to say she knew he would follow her, or lead her away, but deep down the lady was aware that Syrinx were and always would be as vivaciously untameable as his sister herself. He would love his family more than she, but he would never truly misshape his life to suit another. Lengthy tail bat at haunches, ears flicking against her scalp as she would attempt to nestle her skull beneath his chest; to seek to nook of his forelimbs and conside in his touch. Eos rarely let her guard down or presented affection, however the whelping queen would always feel a breath of relief when she did.
Though Syrinx' suggestion of Valhalla caused her stomach to quake. As it always had from a yearling, she had little idea why; but something about the idea of returning would pain her, cause her spine to tingle as she quickly withdrew from her mates touch. Emerald eyes would pin to his own searching with an apparent misunderstanding, craving his reasoning though knowing she would never truly understand. Gaze would shift, staring out over the fluctuating vegetation, a mild irritation and discomfort evident within her pores. Her jaw would clench, sinew growing rigid beneath her leather, "If it is Valhalla you wish to... rejoin, I will follow you," though it couldn't all be good, "But I give you no promises that I will stay. The lands have pained me for too long, and returning to the home I had fled as a babe is a potential promise for discomfort."