And the moon fell down

She would be so very glad to be home and dead asleep in her alcove. Even with all the rest stops and breaks, and even naps on occasion, she was definitely much more tired than normal. It was to be expected, certainly. Now that she’d stopped at Abaven, she was on her way home. Though it was possible that she should stop by Ashen itself and speak with Deathbelle, she didn’t know if she was ready for another round of politics.

In a way, she admired the Klein Empress. Look how powerful her pack had grown, and how strong the Armada was, from a surprise neighbor just last year or so. That took hard work, respect, and probably a lot of family members.

Valhalla was growing in its own right, though. It wouldn’t be long before the numbers would grow. The thought brought a fresh, fond smile to her features as she padded with her usual grace through the nook, mind wandering back to her conversation with Sirius. The man was an interesting puzzle. Gruff, proud, and deadly. She could certainly say she looked forward to sparring with the man regularly. It wasn’t often she got to fight someone that big.

Speaking of big. There was a dark form in the snow a way ahead. She watched as the figure shifted and moved, and realized that it was a wolf pup. A wolf pup who bore wings. If she had not known much better, she might have thought it was the winged male from the festival who had mistaken her for a deity. Dear heavens, what might that wolf do if he met her now, when she glowed like a goddess of the moon?

The pup noticed her, squinting, and she padded forward, stopping at a respectful distance and taking him in, now that he was more visible. After a moment, she smiled. “You must be one of Sirius’ sons.”

It was obvious, with his coloring, size, markings, and long teeth. It seemed long canines and sabers were becoming more and more common as the seasons went by. Would the whole of Boreas and Auster become like Red’s homeland, where mutations were so common Red hadn’t batted an eye at her own appearance?

She dipped her head in respectful greeting as she introduced, “I am Aurielle Adravendi, Spirit – or alphess – of Valhalla.”

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