my fate is to rise

Artorias Carpathius. The first name is one that Valtiel doesn't know, but the second name is her own and so she assumes that the wolf in question is family. Vidarr went on to speak of taking her when travel was safer and the dark woman gave her head a shake in the negative. "I've inconvenienced you enough and I wouldn't take you away from your pack. I simply need you to point me in a direction and I'll find it." She was a clever woman with a decent sense of direction. She would find The Hallows on her own and perhaps she would return to Heidinn after.

A little groan of pain eked from Val's maw as she rolled her scarred shoulder. It was stiff and painful, but it would heal. She was... tired. Always so tired. Sleep was when a body healed, she knew. Brows tilted and she fixed the man with her orange and gold eyes. "I'm very tired, Vidarr," her tone was laced with apology.

"Valtiel"