Dream A Little Dream Of Me

Eyrún grunted as her body hit the ground, the coyote she'd taken down flailing beneath her as she tried to wrestle it into a position where she could sink her jaws into its throat. The feeling was satisfying and she let out a pleased growl as she felt the sweet release of blood on her tongue. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Éldi flinging a coyote away from him. The way the sound of its body crashing down made it obvious to her that it was too injured to pose a threat to them any longer, if it lived at all from that brutal blow to the ground.

Were they having a chat, or fighting coyotes? Apparently both. Had it not been with someone she was friendly with, she likely would've been annoyed at her attention being dragged away from the task at hand, but with Éldi somehow multitasking felt like a challenge - and a way of letting these coyotes know that dealing with them wasn't much of a problem at all. "I never met my father," she admitted without shame. She knew nothing about the man that had sired her, so she had no opinion on his lack of influence in her life. "But my mother would likely call me a damn fool and try to drag me back home by both ears."

Sometimes Eyrún wondered if she really had any traits from her mother at all; she doubted she'd even been faithful at all except by association with the group she'd found herself a part of, something that she now believed was merely for her own benefit. Though she didn't blame her mother for it, Eyrún certainly had little interest in staying home with her. As soon as she'd learned of Valkyrie's band she'd made it her life's purpose to come to Boreas and to worship in the way she knew best - through action. And now here she was. "What about you? Would yours be cheering us on?" Eyrún grinned up at him, lapping blood from her mouth as she took a leap toward another coyote who lingered near the edge of the kill pile, amused at the way at flinched away from her.