you go glenn coco

 

Valkyrie stepped up to the border and gazed into the territory. She wore a satisfied smile as she took in the wide open plain and the ship in the distance. So this was Winterfell. Her broodmare so to speak for the time being. The volcano had thrown things out of whack and delayed Valkyrie's plans for the pack, but now that her band was settled (more or less) she could begin. It was time to thrust this bitch into action.

She called for Acere and then settled down to wait; her oversized paws bunched together and hidden beneath her tightly wrapped tail to shield them from the icy wind. Absently she wondered if the pack had been doing well since the volcano. Not that she cared about their well being. No, she was more concerned for their ability to raid for her. A bunch of sickly, starving fighters would do her little good. She would take solace from the fact that the pack had stayed where they were instead of fleeing as so many had. Surely that could be credited to easy living and not simple stubbornness.

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