Scene Two-Roger Rabbit

She was content. Odette was happy, Valhalla had reformed beneath a more than competent leader, it didn't take as much getting used to as she thought it would to be a part of Valhalla and not be leading it. It stung at first, that her mother had filled her ranks with other wolves and hadn't even glanced in her direction - but she understood. She was half blind, she had lost, she had respect that she had to earn back even if the woman was kind enough not to point it out to her and send her reeling. Perhaps it was the line between being an alpha and being her mother that made it hard to say aloud. Whatever the case, Chrysanthe would not push it, only do her best as a gamma and enjoy the time to look after herself and her family.



It left her with a little more time than she knew what to do with in terms of reflecting. Paws carried her aimlessly through vast Valhallan territory. The scent of home was comforting, and her mind was set to wander. Silently she would gather herself at the edge of Wolfpaw lake, the little area managed to be somewhat green despite the summer weather. It was morning, giving the water a certain shimmer that it didn't have at other points of the day. Looking out at the water, it would be from across the bank that she would see the stranger step into the water. With her one good eye she could see that he was deep in thought, and her ears would perk, wondering immediately what weighed so heavily on his mind.



He didn't smell like he had been in Valhalla very long - and it was no longer her job to get to know the pack's members, but she was still curious. Not to mention she was compelled to empathize, to understand, to help. It was a natural part of the woman, nearly instinctual, for her to quietly support those that allowed her to. Chrysanthe would gather herself up and gently pace toward him, letting out a small bark in greeting once she was close, to let the other know that he wasn't alone. "Hello there, you're not a face I have a name for." Looking at him closer, she had seen him, briefly, in glances - but she wasn't quite sure where or why. "By any means, welcome to Valhalla." A small smile would play on her lips, and she would wait for his reply, hoping that he introduced himself proper before doing so herself.



"I'm Chrysanthe - it's always nice to meet more of the pack." A pack that was no longer hers, but that she would still fight (and lose) to try and protect.