Inner Storms [Harbingr]

Her head was tipped toward Harbringr as he spoke, nodding slowly. At his query, she drew in a breath and let it out in a sigh. “I do my best to show a strong mask to my people. For them, I set aside my fears, my turmoils, my hurts. My father and cousin are the only wolves who have a true window into just how flawed I am. And of course a father will see his daughter as little else but perfect, although Da would thump me soundly should I ever lose my sense of humility.”

A smile tugged fondly at her lips as one shoulder lifted and dropped in a shrug. A pause, then, “I also hunt down bears that come too close to the areas around Valhalla—and I suppose, by extension, Ashen, which helps blow my troubles right out of the river—I’m too busy surviving to think beyond that moment.”

Her eyes shifted to scan around the sand, steps pausing as her gaze caught on a seashell tucked in the sand. One paw shifted the thing into fuller view. Abalone, perhaps, and she gave a thoughtful hum as she considered what uses it could serve.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think