viking metal thread title

Yume's eyes travel across the hills, wondering who else could lurk around these barren lands. This place didn't seem very life-friendly, dust and dead trees adorned the territory. There is when she spots a dark-pelted wolf. Her own dog was right beside her with Yaeume's katana in her jaws. She stops her march and inspects the individual from her spot, still away from him. She knew when to be cautious with strangers, each wolf had their own way of behaving, and only fools walked the earth thinking all wolves were trustworthy or nice to approach to.

Yet the male was who came her way.

Of course, he had questions about her former pack. "Greetings sir." Polite before anything else. "I did call it my pack. I was one of the original members." She said calmly. She wondered why he had asked her, but she decided not to ask further out of respect.

"-"