the ties that bind

 

With a tired sigh Valkyrie laid down by the rim of the great basin and let her gaze wander the ash covered grasses below. Much to her amusement a pack had taken shelter in the same land as the Hjarrandi. Valkyrie had no qualms with the Legion wolves so she'd instructed her wolves to be civil and watchful, but to save the hostilities for instances that clearly called for them.

Valkyrie stretched a paw out over the edge and inspected her claws before a grassy "sea" backdrop. This was a nice land. She would have to make a point to come here whenever they were in the west; it would serve them well when they went raiding and perhaps in the winter months when the north was doing its best to be inhospitable.

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