How Green is the Grass?

*Vyvienne* · (This post was last modified: 12-07-2013, 09:10 PM by Vyvienne.)

Another caller at the borders, but this time with the scent of Valhalla, the scent of what Vyvienne considered weak. And yet she would not openly attack, knowing at least that allies were allies, and allies would not permeate her home with their stench. The child stalked through the territory, arriving before the strange girl, eyeing her. At first she said nothing, staring solidly at the bi-colored girl?s eyes, not daring to even blink as she did so. There was venom in her acidic gaze, a stare that said go away but a voice that did not say so.
?What are you?? she asked. Not who, but what. For Vyvienne there were a few important classifications of wolves; those who were hers, those who were weak, and those who needed to be destroyed. The girl?s Valhallan scent removed the last possibility, but there was still the first two to distinguish between.

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