Brightly Wound

*Vahva* · 01-09-2014, 08:39 PM

The suffrage that she had spent for days would never end it seemed. Nightmares that plagued her head of the northern alley's and caves that had been condemned to her home. The sheer horror, and no explanation towards the fact of fear she had felt towards being imprisoned. And the one thing she didn't dream about was the tree that smashed her mother when they first moved to these lands. Giving her no gateway to her home in Valhalla. The face of her mother was smeared in paint across the chalk lines embedded into the stone that she stood on. But it soon filled itself up with a blizzard, her red eyes looking at the wolves she had left behind, her children as well. It made her heart sink, but once she heard the call, her head broke free of the dream. And the spring air filled her nostrils as well as salt water from the ocean. Vahva groaned slightly, the woman standing she stretched herself, and shook her blue mane free of any sand or dirt from the cave she had taken on as home within the Valhallan territory.
Her paws carried her across the land to meet with the alphess. Her strong frame easily becoming apparent under the layers of sleek black and white fur. And the blue mane on the top of her head near to her shoulder blades giving off a radiant glow nearly as much matching the deep crimson eyes inside of her head. Her tail curled as it flopped around keeping her balance on her rear end. Soon she could already see members gathered, the seemingly emotionless girl gave a short smile before finding her seat closer to the alphess where she was more comfortable being. To listen to what she had to say as well.

Speech,

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