Cheshire Country

He was just passing through, an easily excused reason to wander through Valhalla, but with Valhalla now in danger of invasion from Tortuga she couldn't risk letting him pass through without being followed. Still, he didn't smell of Tortuga, or any pack for that matter, as would be expected of a rouge, but it was a chance she just wasn't willing to take.



Her internal rant was broken by the male who seemed to be able to read her mind. How could a rouge have possibly known what she went through when almost no one in Valhalla knew? Her eyes narrowed as he spoke, suspicious of the stranger, until he said something that caught her off guard "i know for a fact that dwelling in the past will only make you sadder". She hadn't expected something so profoundly helpful, and yet there it was. She needed to let go of Thane and move on. Forget about him entirely and make her own path. It would hurt, but not as much as dwelling on losing him. "I suppose you are right." she said quietly.

Speech!