You couldn't kill me if you tried
She had opted to go scouting beyond Valhalla's lands today, though she let Ardyn know before she ventured out beyond the wall. Her feathered cloak ruffled gently in the cold breeze as she made her way towards the northwest. She hadn't been out this way in some time, but along the way, she noted the landscape was steadily getting colder, and the ground covered with more snow the further north she went. Valhalla wasn't entirely enveloped in snow just yet, but it was getting there. Hopefully, this winter would stay mild. Especially considering how last winter had turned out...she hoped that sort of thing never happened again, but who knew what phenomena fate would throw into the world these days?
Within a couple of short hours, she had made it. The young girl had paused to catch her breath before continuing her trek into the territory. It still lay unclaimed, which she supposed was of no surprise. There were plenty of other lands to choose from, and while she wasn't aware of all of the packs that littered Boreas and Auster, she knew one once stood around these parts. She wasn't sure how far she wanted to go. Perhaps a little more northward before carving a path out towards the east, but before she could decide, she suddenly heard the familiar sound of a cougar followed by the sound of a growling wolf caught her attention.
She perked up, listening for the source for a moment. Once she pinpointed it, she hurried in their direction to investigate. Body low to the ground as she carved a path through the snow, it didn't take her long to find the pair. Indeed, a skinny feline was attacking what appeared to be a traveler. Storm gray eyes locked onto the pair, and without sound or warning, she barreled towards the creature and aimed herself at its hindquarters.
She was much larger than the feline, though she wasn't fat nor bulky. Still, she aimed head-on with the intention of throwing her weight at it, using her shoulder to slam the muscles that attached its shoulder to the rest of its body, and hopefully, cause its leg to seize. simultaneously, her teeth and claws reached forward. Teeth aimed to land a bite on the side of its neck, while her right foreclaws swiped at its legs. She had just fought a tiger only days before, the healing wound on her muzzle still evident. But she wasn't afraid of fighting a cougar. They were smaller, and this one was especially skinny and malnourished. Still...a hungry animal was still a dangerous one.
"Speak"
