DIVINITY >> {VALHALLA MEETING}

She would hear a howl break through the eerie silence, Sabre poking up his head from the ground. "My Queen, sssomeone hasss sssumonned usss," he would say as he would slither himself up against her body and take his place on her neck. "Yes, we shall go investigate," Anzhelika would say as she would pick herself up of of her haunches and make her place to where the call was given at- Druid's Moor. She would find find herself to be one of the first to survive, the ivory sadist dipping her crown to the two females already there. Her violet and golden gaze would land on a familiar form of an alabaster and ebony female, Anzhelika opening her maw to talk. "Schon Finnvi, heir of Valhalla. Greetings," she would say in a polite tone, seating herself around in almost a circle shape of a group, awaiting for other wolves to arrive.