Memories and passings

With head held high the newly appointed wolf of Covari would find himself returning to the lands that Valhalla had claimed. Whereas normally he would freely stroll across their territory and find his way to his sisters den he no longer held that luxury. He had seen little of the woman who had once claimed all of his allegiances, she had paid little heed to the outside world and all of his care and hunting had slid off her unnoticed or uncared. Despite his need to protect here there had been nothing here he could do, he could not trespass upon her time with her Themo and nor could she leave his side. As much as he had tried to comfort her he could not, and in the world beyond his adventures had accelerated far beyond what he could have imagined.



Perhaps his sister would be proud of him, perhaps this could cut through her sadness as nothing else had, and perhaps the proposition would be a welcomed one, to take her away from this scene of all her sadness. From her rape, the stillborn child and now the death of one she loved. Perhaps once he had passed she could see that moving on would be best done in a place where she could start anew.
Putting himself at the outskirts of the territory, without actually crossing into the world beyond he would raise his head to the clear blue skies and he would call to her. He would imprint the importance of her presence into that howl, and beg of her to show herself to him, for he would not overstep his boundaries and take his leave into Valhalla now that his allegiances where held elsewhere.

"Speech"
'thoughts'