Willows

He listened with interest as she told a little of the songs, nodding thoughtfully. He could understand the rallying, even if Valhalla hadn’t really done it themselves. It was generally a howl to call the hunters together, or the war circle together for some fighting training, since they hadn’t yet gone to raid, and had a whole winter to prepare before they did. Was Lirim preparing?

It was another tidbit of her life and he tucked it away with the rest of the small pieces she’d offered. It was clear that the memories were bittersweet. He had several of those, himself, though probably fewer than she had.

“Valhalla has a few customs that other packs might see as odd. Spontaneous play time, for instance.” He laughed softly as he remembered Aurielle telling him about the time Justice had snuck up on her and tugged her long haired tail.

“And story time, though she’s given up on that one since the last few times no one else came. Ah well.”

He shrugged and rested his chin on one paw smiling into the fire, ears flicking at the occasional night insect buzzing around his head on its way past.

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