Welcome Home [Rhaegara]

Rhaegara had travelled alongside the Spirit towards her homelands for a day or two, taking in the sights as they made their way from the north. The throngs of winter were started to fall upon them, and it made the southern heat more bearable for her pelt, which was thicker than that of the average wolf to account for the harsh climates in which she grew up. Carlys had been chatty the entire way, wanting to know everything and anything she could about the lands they travelled through and about Valhalla as a whole, and Rhaegara found amusement in her friend.

It was Aurielle’s words that caused a soft tilt of her head, wondering what she could have forgotten to mention before now… a horse? These lands were strange indeed. Just when she thought she had gotten used to things like wearing armor, and pelts that glowed… a horse joins a pack of wolves but not as a next meal. “A horse?” She had to ask again, more puzzlement in her tone than anything else. How peculiar it all was. “Does he participate in hunts and such?” She had to wonder how that dynamic would work out, and if a horse could truly participate in a hunt like that.