Let's Have Some Fun, This Beat is Sick
Things since seeing Raisa, since leaving Ebony, had been hard. Not to mention there was now this ever-looming notion that she was, at her core, just like her mother. I mean she'd just left and... But at the same time, how could she stay? Valeriya was suffocated by her 'family' lands, by all those half-malicious stares, all those wolves who wished Raisa had never lost it. Nope, she told herself. Nope, nope, nope. Don't think about that. Instead she narrowed her eyes and flashed her teeth at the world. Raisa was useless, and her turning up when she did hadn't done a thing to help anyone. And despite her best efforts, she hadn't been able to pick up even the slightest trace of Sigmarr or Sindri. She closed her eyes and tried to picture them, and was alarmed to find that the young memories she had of them were growing fuzzy. It was with these closed eyes that she ran headlong into a border line. Alarmed she lept back again, carefully placing herself on the right side of things. That had been close. But it wasn't until her second breath that she realized how familiar this scent was... Valentine? She smirked, remembering the gargantuan man she'd raced that past winter. She chuckled and tossed back her head, calling out for him. So he was a pack wolf? Who would've guessed! |