it's a party and you're invited!

The scarred woman makes her way to where a festival is being held, the need for some happiness in her life drives her onward. After Tove’s run in with Vidarr, the older woman has been dealing with grief that she had kept suppressed and depression has clung to her like a heavy, dark blanket. The bright, happy colors that mark the pathway stand in stark contrast against the scarred woman’s mood and her head hangs low as she spies a wolf at the entrance, greeting all who enter.

Taking a deep breath, pushing herself to go forward instead of turning and running, Tove ducks her head in an effort to hide some of her scars. Not that it helps much, her face, neck, and shoulders are crisscrossed with vivid pink scars that had been given to her the dayher brother, Bodin, died. Ears flick back and press against her skull in a show embarrassment as she stops in front of brown woman.

Eyes glance over to her as Tove opens her mouth, gravelly, rough voice breaking the air as she winces in pain, her damaged vocal chords moving as she says, “Name’s Tove. Thank you for doing this.” A small, friendly smile appears on damaged lips before she diverts her eyes to her paws and slinks in, trying hard not to be noticed by anyone. She had forced herself to come but the woman is very self-conscious of her appearance in the midst of all the beautiful wolves. Tears sting the back of eyes as she ponders why the hell she had come.


"Tove Baade"