"Of course I will," Azalea simply nodded, her face straight and turning to one of determination. Her amber eyes turned away as the pair moved forward. Their plush coats close but not touching. Her moist black nose twitched as she scented the air, eyes closing to slits. There was nothing of note on the air but that was hardly surprising given their location.
She cast a slow glance at Odette before taking the lead, moving at a brisk trot that made her fur bob. "So, Azalea...what is pack life like in Valhalla? I have only been here for a few days, but I don't know anything about this place except that our Aunt Chrys is the Alpha.." Azalea showed no change of emotion at her little cousin's questions. "Simple. Easy, I suppose. Just do your part and you will fit right in. What do you like to do? If healing then you should speak with Erani. Hunting, talk to Ashtoreth. As for fighting... best to talk to Chrysanthe first. She can be a bit protective about her family."
Azalea paused with a smile, showing the affection she felt for her aunt. "But if you show her that's what you want to do, she certainly isn't going to keep you from your passions." Azalea would know. Chrys had been surprisingly kind to Azalea through all her endeavors, much kinder than she deserved. Fighting was what Azalea enjoyed but liked to think she dabbled in everything.
"My mom went to Glaciem once, when your parents were still in charge, and trained healers. I hope that information has helped your people in their times of need." It was just a nice thing to say, Azalea didn't expect Odette to thank her or anything like that.
Her eyes lit up, growing wide and happy to see what she saw now ahead of them. "Aha! Score!" Her tail waved and her paws danced. It was the carcass of an elk, left over from a hunt. Not much was left on it but certainly enough to Azalea. She jogged forward at a light lope, heading right for the protruding ribs. Crows flew up from near the kill, throwing a fuss and one even pitching down at the young she-wolf's head. Azalea growled, jumping up to snap toward the bird. She then set in on the ribs, teeth picking at the meat and chowing down on what frozen scraps she could pull off.
"You do not even know how great it is to eat something that is not rabbit. Everyone brought me rabbit."
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