Little Snowflakes Become The Storm

*Surreal* · 11-29-2013, 04:38 PM

Surreal pressed her ears forward as Falk responded to her query, smiling faintly. ?From what Mother said about him, I wouldn?t expect anything less. I?ve heard he?s a very good Alpha.? She still needed to go and meet her new brother, but she hadn?t been able to make time for it, and she was afraid to leave Valhalla with one less fighter. And she wouldn?t mind crossing her opponent at some point and giving him a fresh set of scars. She may have lost that fight, but she still felt victorious; She was a part of Valhalla. Nothing could beat that down. Valhalla had fought hard and true.

Falk spoke up, and her attention focused on him. ?You could help me patrol, maybe. You aren?t wounded, so you?d have better chance in a struggle than I would. Most of our fighters are injured, or in Seracia?? Would they have fared better had there been more? That was a question that would haunt her for a long time. Mismatched eyes dropped to the ground. Chrysanthe was doing her best, but Surreal could tell the loss of the battle had hit her sister hard. Surreal still believed in her big sister. But she could see that Chrysanthe didn?t believe in herself.

Not all battles can be won, little niece. Remember that. Savor every win, but cherish every loss. So long as you live to fight again, you have still won a victory. Her Uncle?s words during a patrol. She blinked and lifted her gaze from the ground. ?So how are things over in Tortuga? Is it comfortable??

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