Heard It Through The Grapevine

Asla wrinkled her nose as Magnus told her of his secret mission to find Malalia, of all wolves. "Well, I'm glad you didn't find her." She would have hated it if the adopted bitch had returned. Things were much more comfortable in the Armada without her. She'd been getting way too close to Valhalla for Asla's liking for one. For two, she just didn't fucking like her.

With her belly full, Asla rose and shook out her coat. "Let's head home then." Tongue flicking over her maw to make sure that it was clean, she led the way, though only by a bit. Once Magnus began to move as well, the pair padded along side by side.