There is no running

Guinevere was not one to hold a grudge, or to be rude like the younger one here. If anything it was quite amusing. " An armada, huh?" There were whispers in the air about that name, an albino king that ruled the ice kingdom, it was interesting. Though they where not so kind to us valhallans. For now- Guineveres residence would be unspoken of. Looking down at the boy a smile would muse over her rosy lips. " You make it out to be as though your some kind of prince, boy." The golden optics would narrow on him, before shaking her small tiara slightly. " Ill take you home if you wish, im sure your father will be missing you." And with that the youth was of in the direction the pups paw prints where set in, wondering if he'll follow. " Where do you live?" Perhaps it was a stupid question, but all that would ring in her head was the pack known as Amenti.