My Lady Valhalla

The day she died it had felt like her own heart had stopped beating, the loss contained within that tiny silver marked body was enough to bring Twig's resolve crumbling down. Alpine ha helped, his words seemed to strengthen her when he was around, but of course he had a life and duties away from her. She considered him a brother but that did not mean she could lay claim upon what he did with his life. She had done as much as she could when he caught cold, finding herself praying for his very life. No matter their relationship she couldn't see herself continuing on without him. He had given her strength long enough to find her younger brother, who would seem to take up a special interest in protecting his big sister. She would walk close enough to him that she ?would feel him next to her every step of the way.?

They would find themselves near the territory quickly, the scent easily distinguishable at the border. Crucifix would then take charge, his muscular form taking on a stance of power as he tilted his throat back to let loose a song of summoning. Twig would bring himself near him, coiling her haunches next to him. Their warmth would intermingle as she too lifted her muzzle to the sky, her voice joining his to ask Erani by their side.?