�ingvellir (YFIR)
10-02-2014, 02:49 PM
The call, while clearly Katja's, rang out from far away. Freyja's brows drew together, eyes narrowing, as she slowly rose to her feet. What on earth was going on now? It did not sound incredibly urgent but she moved quickly all the same, not wanting to appear weak or lazy. Still, the howl sounded only vaguely, farther away than Freyja would have liked. She crossed the harsh terrain with little mind for the pads that carried her, scraping them and bruising them as she trod over jutting stones again and again. She came upon the gathering after many others, eyed the faces which were both familiar and foreign, moving instead to the side of wolves she knew. She saw Daegmar, at least, and Katja. Freyja would not say she moved to sit beside them but rather she chose their quarter as opposed to that of the children. After all, those who had seen more than a few seasons of life had to stick together. Freyja would eye the gathering cooly, but not unkindly. Despite her occasional (nigh constant) displeasure, everyone there was a pack member, or so she had to assume. She would fight for any of them just as she might for one of her own family... To a certain extent, anyways. The gilded goddess turned her attention then to Freyja, having satisfied herself with the setting and those who had come. "Lady Drottning," she said formally, still uncomfortable with the strange language her leader was accustomed to. But if that was the title she sought, Freyja would comply. |
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