Dream A Little Dream Of Me

The Hjarrandi Band had moved quite a bit further north than they'd ever gone before, and Eyrún found herself glad for the change of scenery. As much as she'd enjoyed the market and exploring the lower areas of Boreas, the north felt much more like home to her. The shifting season only exacerbated that familiar sense of nostalgia, and Eyrún found herself dreaming often lately of lands she traveled in her childhood. Occasionally she found herself wondering if she'd been too hasty in leaving, but that decision was one she'd committed herself to, and she wouldn't dream of going back on it now. She was committed to Valkyrie and her band and that was that. Though loyal to few, to those she felt a true camaraderie with, her loyalty was unbreakable.

At least until it wasn't.

But her mind wasn't on these sort of things today, and when she heard a suspiciously quiet set of paws outside of her makeshift den, her thoughts were even further derailed. Instinctively she stiffened, though relaxed once she caught a whiff of Eldi's scent, and subsequently his voice. He had a way of brightening her mood, though in general she hadn't been prone to any particularly bad mood swings lately, and when she did... well, they were rarely directed at her comrades anyway. "Coyotes? Let's go then," she barely hesitated before slipping from the darkness and into the moonlight to meet Eldi. The air was brisk tonight, and she lifted her head and tilted it as she heard the shrieks of the coyotes begin again, not far away. A good fight was something she'd never pass up, especially if it meant definitely Hjarrandi's (temporary) territory from some unsuspecting intruders. Eyrún flashed him an eager grin before setting off toward the sound, sure that he'd be following alongside her.