let it die

Sedna could only assume Valhalla was a pack, there was something in the name that rung of home and she wondered if perhaps she had been hasty in joining the Armada, but she wouldn’t back out of it now. Not yet, anyway. "I used to live near a lagoon," She was starting to catch her breath again, "Armada suits me like that, it’s right on the water."

She considered the other woman’s companion for a moment, "Nobody has..." The Archer-Lyall struggled to find the right word, pets would probably cause offence. "Companions where I’m from... Well except maybe my brother? He was a pup and ate some bad berries, shat blue everywhere and he’s had two crows that follow him around taunting him ever since... But I don’t think they’d go out of their way to help him." Maybe they sometimes pointed him to an easy feed, and maybe they sometimes warned him if trouble was coming, maybe it was never intentional. "How do you go about making friends with something that isn’t a wolf anyway?" She was curious, but not quite sure if she wanted one yet.

"speech".