Well Wisdom we learn
11-22-2013, 11:47 AM
There had been so much suffering. Sometimes her muscles ached, and it reminded her of the small hole she had to look out for months with her only little companion. The other slave, the other woman, on a daily basis who had gone through thick and thin through such a situation. It made her heart ache, just thinking about the woman, and how she had left to return to her homelands, in the hopes of making things better. Vahva wasn't sure if she was worth these wolves time, but she didn't let that show. Weakness was void ever since she gained the experience of being a leader. She had given those men a reason, a reason to live, and they no longer beat her into the ground. They were kind, listening, learning, every inch of the way. These were the things she thought about as the snow flakes fell upon the ground. These hills had no cover but they were near the range. In which she had just finished speaking to pip and was resting until moving on to Valhalla, her birth pack. The electric blue mane on the woman moved as she gave out a sigh watching it float away from her as if it was her own soul. She didn't know why she got all these restless feelings about what the others thought of her. She was going to go off, to take the crown from a wolf she hadn't even met. And even then, he seemed so menacing, even those who were pissed off at him wouldn't approach. As she had been told, she was giving him her head on a silver platter. Vahva wanted a voice, to speak to as many wolves as she could in that time frame. So that if she did lose her life somehow, she wouldn't just be bones in the ground. Like as her mother had died, and many didn't remember her. Soft tears fell from her face when she thought about that. She just didn't want to be a ghost. Speech, |