It's okay It's alright

*Vahva* · 01-17-2014, 04:19 AM

This brought her thoughts back to when she was a pup at her mothers side. While she would spend most of her time in the den, she would always hear her mother speak about her little adventures outside of it. How it was harsh to be the lead healer in such times when the land was dying in the way it was. With the coming of the volcano. Her friends, Erani, and however disconnected she was from him, Vahva's father Sani. All whom were part of Valhalla. Even if the woman had been conceived on accident after the two got high on poppy seeds, she still had loved her parents regardless. Vahva had been only a mere year old when the volcano hit the lands, and she and her mother got separated from the pack. Thus she thought she would never see Valhalla again, not Cairo the ever so forgiving alpha, not her father nor anyone for that matter.
Those days might not have been the hardest, but it was her mothers death that had brought the round about of her attitude into play. They had found themselves stuck in a jungle while following Valhalla's scent. During a storm that of which a tree came tumbling down and Night pushed her out of the way. The black and white female had been crushed in the middle. Because of having such a short body only at the size of twenty four inches, she wasn't able to deal with the injuries nor was Vahva old enough at the time to pull the tree off of her mother. Which lead to her being unable to bury the healer as well. Vahva had left her mother there, and nearly all her hope in the world. Until she finally reached the new Valhalla and the first thing that happened was a bicker with Azalea none the less.
Even if she was finally back home, it hadn't lasted long enough for her to do anything. Her hot temper, and short fuse made it difficult to communicate. And at the time even if the male Oddity was not with Glaciem, she half felt it was Glaciem themselves who had placed her in a position of imprisonment. The black male had nearly killed her, having her to flee to the north, way up north away from her home and lands. Injured and unable to defend herself, a kingdom brought her into their domain as a slave alongside Itu. Which led to a even more stifling story in it she was formed to have not only a better attitude but a much more calm feeling towards herself.
Vahva had a litter of pups, became alpha, then returned to Valhalla. As such she would not let the story become a simple lie spewed from her lips. The same common demeanor of her joyful life would come into play. As the stronghold of her own heart would come to grant Valhalla the best hopes of herself. So she found herself, on these shores a lot. Though she was broken out of her thoughtful trance when she spotted the bird. Easily with her observant skills, but only until the young Surreal came to sit beside her that she gave a soft gaze a bit surprised for a moment, but expecting no less of the beta.
Many members so far had only treated her with caution, and many did not know of her past in Valhalla. Most of the time it was only the adravendi who knew, descendants from Cairo. Yet the young-ling had just waltz straight up to her and asked her how she was. It brought a small burst of confidence in the cool collective nature of the woman as she relaxed herself sitting up straight and her blue mane bright as ever would always give her a unique sign away to any wolf here on alacritis. For once she died, there would never be another wolf to have a mane quiet like this.
"Well I'm glad another wolf has learned my name at least to feel comfortable enough to confront me." Vahva chuckled lightly, it was more that she was impressed really. Surreal was so young by the looks of it, maybe not even two years of age yet. And she was a beta, a strong holder of the pack, and a leader figure who none the less was learning such things at a young age. "I am just thinking of the past, and ways to put myself to work. Though I'll have to speak with Caerul first beforehand." Her red eyes shut for a moment. Would she really be able to gain Valhalla's trust, and what if she messed up, made a mistake. Would there be a chance of ever recovering from that. She was only used to collecting herself around the men who abused her, making sure her authority was standing so that she would not be in such a weak state as she had been. Here, it was family, and family she had yet to know, names, personalities all of them.
"You are Surreal right? Would it be rude of me to ask how you came to be the beta of Valhalla, at such a young age?" Vahva was curious, and she wouldn't let fear get in the way of her wanting to know. Besides, Surreal was the first after Chrysanthe, and Azalea to strike a conversation with her at least in a civil manner. Times like these, would make her stronger. Much less vulnerable about the wolves she was supposed to be leading to live better lives.

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