in a dream, the future.
open/hunting maybe?
12-29-2021, 10:11 PM
Four. Between the four of them. Sanngriðr fell in easily with her family, watching her brother carefully as he took in the scent on the wind. As he took in the world around. Yes, she would trust in it for now. She would follow... and they would move together. Truly, the elk didn't stand a chance. The beasts were here, and they would eat well. The last piece of the puzzle, if they were to take on something so large, Sanngriðr fit easily into place. Eye contact with her brother-- yes. Still, she shoots a glare at Róta as she yips. "Shh," it was a sharp sound, lip raising to show her teeth for a spare moment. Gods forbid her younger sister scared the elk away because she didn't know how to shut up. The valkyrie let Víðarr start them off, watched for any sign or signal. Careful. Always careful... she needed to remind herself not to hold her breath. Her steps were swift, killer grace as they moved. Four of them, yet after all this time, they knew how to move as one. All was right in the world, and Sanngriðr felt alive. Ever so alive. SANNGRIÐR Kom och hata mig. |
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