Heated confrontation[joining]

There was something about Valhalla that she had missed somehow, well if she hadn't gotten lost in the snow maybe it wouldn't have been that way. The vibrant mane on her head didn't exactly favor her for blending into surroundings. If not for her black and white appearance, she had no idea what Valhalla was like. Last time she was there she had been a pup, she had been raised a rogue by her mother, though she had formal pack training because of it. It still felt strange, it made her slightly irritated and if anything nervous about what would happen. After all her parents had been high when she was conceived, there must have been some wolves who hated her here. Regardless Vahva knew Valhalla was her home so here she wanted to stay. After her mom died, there had rarely been a moment she was happy anyway. She waited as patiently as she could flicking her tail from side to side as her red eyes scanned the outskirts. She didn't look like a very happy wolf, but her respectful stance said otherwise as well.