Spirits On Ice

His answer came with a nod, and a faint smile settled on Aurielle’s features as he clarified. She could accept that answer—would have accepted a flat refusal without rancor, but hopefully, by the end of that time, she would see the towering sea and crimson man and his tiny daughter at the wall.

She cast her eyes around them as the blizzard fully settled into a gentle snow-fall breathing in the crisp, frigid air and letting it out in a plume of breath as the snow began to settle on her blazing white coat.

“Valhalla’s lands rest in the west of Boreas, as I said. Seek the Vericona Plains directly south of a clime with red rocks. The moorland directly east of the plains is also under our stead; shrouded with thick fog year-round. Both lands are encircled by a stone wall, built tall enough to see for a good way. There are several passages to allow prey to enter and leave. When you’re ready to find us, call for me at the wall.”

Her eyes fell to his belly, and the pup nestled in the thick fur, eyes tender as she remarked, “One of my daughters, the youngest, is about the same size as your own. She’s a yearling now, so I think she may be as tall as she’s going to get, but she makes up for it with a spitfire brazenness and a view that the whole world is her friend. Hopefully, your daughter will find some good friends with us, for as long as you and she wish to stay.”

Her eyes lifted to Souzan’s again, muzzle dipping as she rose gracefully to her paws, feeling the gentle pull of duty from the south. “It was good to see you again, Souzan. And to meet you, Cendrillion.”

This second she added gently toward the man’s belly-fur as she shifted toward the south, tail flicking several flakes of snow free.

-Exit Aurielle- (feel free to post Cen again so she can get some points for meeting her? lol)

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