RETRIBUTION

She had been prepared, knew the consequences of her actions if she was caught. The moment she went into labor, she had expected the challenge of explaining to Isardis, her actions. Gone was the timid she-wolf who hid from every noise, Gone was the woman who would back down. In her place stood a woman who stood up for her beliefs and refused to be bullied, or back down. Her golden eyes landed on the pallid form of her king as he made his presence known, her eyes were narrowed, and she stood, her form gaurding her den, their child, her ears flattening to her head when he spoke. This wasn't going to go well.

"Tell me, Isardis," She began, "Are you going to allow me to explain, or are you going to make wild assumptions based off of arrogance?" Perhaps she was pushing it, but she wasn't being called a deserter. Deserters didn't come back. Settling onto her haunches, she stared at him, her ears coming to raise on her head, watching her liege attentively. "The word deserter makes implications that I wouldn't come back, and yet here I am." The tone in which she spoke was light.

Silence fell from her for a moment, before speaking. "A wise king also knows when he owes his enemy a token of gratitude." She paused for a moment, before continuing. "The healer of Valhalla, is the only reason your daughter is alive to see this dawn. I had no intention of going into labor there, if you were female, you'd understand that, labor is not something you can control. Had I gone into labor here, you would have been looking at all of us dead, my liege. Now, are you even the slightest bit interested to know why, I sought out Valhalla, or has my sentence already been made in that calculating mind of yours, hmm?" Falling silent again, she waited for his reply, wondering exactly where this conversation would go.