Night Terrors

*Azalea* · 10-17-2013, 08:23 PM

Night over Glaciem saw the Valhallan heir asleep. Her head lay heavy on the ground, paws splayed to either side. Exhausted. Lately she had felt a general lack of energy. Perhaps it was just the prolonged misuse of muscle.

A pitched howl had her head jumping up, amber eyes struggling to focus. As soon as she was able to focus she was on her feet, the sound had been... someone in need. Valhallan through and through she could not deny a wolf in need, not even here in the cold, cold north.

She didn't care who saw her, who might pursue her, she ran in the direction of the sound without looking back. What she came face to face with was a tawny wolf with yellow eyes. She had seen her before, on the battlefield. She had tended to the crumpled Isardis. It was like a far off memory and the wolf who stood before her looked like she had just been through hell and back.

"Are you- are you okay?" She had to stop herself to wonder if this wolf would even speak with her. She was old enough to know who Azalea was and what her rank was here in Glaciem. Azalea lowered her head some, leveling it to make her top line a straight shot. The female was pregnant, bloated with the little rats that grew within her. Isardis had been here too. She rolled her eyes mentally losing a bit of the concern she had held for the woman. Hell, she was distressed too, who really wanted to carry the pasty male's brood in their belly?

Speech,

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