Selfless, Brave, And True

The burly king would roll his shoulder's back and his legs would fold against the verdant blades of the earth. A powerful look resonated as he looked out across the topography, his thoughts settling on the fact his dearest wife was indeed getting better. Rotating his tail around his ankles the beast would remain perfectly content, so long as things remained in the course they were, he found Valhalla was happy. So happy. It had been a long and dangerous road, all of things they had endured, but in the end, the brunt of Valhalla had stayed together, and they were a family. They did not need some trivial manner of power over others to stay in tact. They no where usurped the numbers they once held, but fact of the matter was, they were perhaps more powerful without those numbers than ever before. There was strength in love. Not numbers. Not size. Not anything contrary to.