Ow and Ow!

Valdís worked her way south, following Álarr's scent. The boy was late for training and after sniffing around she'd noticed that his scent led south and right out of Legion's territory. She growled in irritation. She didn't like being stood up when it came to training, not to mention Álarr had spent far more time outside the pack than she cared for but there wasn't much she could really do. He was a young healer after all.

She worked her way farther and farther south, growing more and more irritated. At this rate it would be days before they managed to get home. A most frustrating inconvenience. She was going to beat his ass when they got back home, she was sure Valentine would understand not that she planned to tell him either way. Álarr had asked for lessons, she'd agreed, as teacher she was going to teach him some discipline.

When Valdís finally caught up with the boy she found him near a briar patch and had just heard him offer to take a little runaway back to Legion. And not just any runaway, another pack wolf.

"Absolutely not!" She strode froward with a snarl. "What are you thinking Álarr. Taking a runaway pack pup into Legion is a recipe for war. Surely, if she is your friend she wouldn't bring such a thing upon you or your family? And another thing I expected you at training hours ago! Show some fucking responsibility."

Her green eyes fixed upon the girl. "As for you, young lady, we will be escorting you back to Ashen, now. Álarr, get your things."