how'd you lose that light?

There had been rumors lately - rumors of Valhalla being claimed by another, of many of its members now being homeless. Hel's first thought had been of her family, of course, and she had thanked the gods that the ones she cared about had not been hurt. But then Hel had found herself thinking of the girl that she had once almost considered a friend. It was impressive for Hel to have grown so close to another, and she had forgotten her in the chaos of abandoning her home and creating another. But now that Hel found herself wondering about Cecily, she as truly worried about the other. And considering how rare it was for Hel to care for another outside her family (thus far in her life, Cecily was quite possibly the only one), she knew that it was a big deal that she was worried about the other.

It had been a spur of the moment decision for Hel to leave her family's current home and head for Valhalla's old lands. Luckily for the youngster, she had stumbled across a scent trail. It was stale, but trackable. She would find her friend and assure herself that Cecily was fine - and then never come back. It wasn't like Hel was that worried about the other youngster. She would never betray her family by caring so much about an outsider, right?

The youngster stopped only when she found herself standing at the border of a mystery pack. Though Cecily's trail continued past these lands, Hel didn't continue onwards. Despite her impulsive desire to bypass the borders, rebellious nature shining through in that moment, Hel knew she would have more luck finding Cecily if she requested permission to enter these lands. And so the youngster sank back on her haunches, tilting her head back to howl as loudly as she could. Her thin, reedy voice rose up over the horizon, calling for any and all pack members.





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