�ingvellir (YFIR)

*Freyja* · 10-08-2014, 04:21 PM

The meeting would begin soon after her arrival. Though the truth of the matter was that she had very nearly been late, and on some plane of her thinking she knew that, the woman preferred to believe Katja had been waiting for her arrival. The gilded woman allowed a small smile to mold her features as she settled in to listen. To hear that they had been addressing Katja wrong hardly surprised her, though she thought it a bit stupid to correct it now after so much time had passed. Whether she liked it or not it would probably stick in the minds of several followers. Freyja wondered if perhaps she might continue calling the dark warrior Lady Drottning for the sole purpose or irritating her. She mentally shrugged, deciding to return to that thought later, and tuned herself back into the announcements being given.

To think that this region was to be theirs as well was exciting. With so many wolves under Katja's command, willing or otherwise, it was good to know they had ample space to provide for one another. The young goddess decided quickly that she would take her leader's words to heart and relocate herself somewhere closer to the heart of their now joined lands. No more running helter-skelter every time she was called. As Katja went on, she only grew more convinced, learning that such gathering would be rather frequent. That was no skin off her paws, if people wanted to blather to one another, well. Oh well. Freyja surveyed the crowd, picking out those who might be most interesting to learn about... or, more likely, eavesdrop on. Pack life could be so boring after all, all these boundaries keeping others out and whatnot. If she couldn't stir things up within her own group she might as well not take any part in any of it.

The woman's brows did draw together in concern, however, when Katja pressed on to the next matter at hand. Parole? What kind of spineless garbage was she spouting? When you held prisoners you held them. Freyja would rather tear those who'd wronged her limb from limb, regardless of their ransom value, than give them the opportunity to escape. She looked away towards the horizon, breath baited. Siblings, even? This could not possibly end well. The Olympian brats would either escape on their own or be aided to the same end... Freyja forced herself to clamp down on the inside of her cheek, less she burst out in front of the pack a a whole. She decided to level the younglings with a glare instead. To hear that she would have to mentor the insolent creatures was one final kick in the ribs, which she took with a quiet sigh. Life in Yfir was less thrilling than she had hoped for... and it rankled under her fur that she had for some reason agreed to this willingly. But and oath was an oath, right? She considered that bitterly, waiting for Katja to lay on which of the brats she would be ferreting around.

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