There isn't a meaning

The winter months brought the cold and freezing weather to this new land. Mysteriously as it was, the girl couldn't help but to be alone once more. She was only so close to the home she had been born in, and everything that slipped away in every single moment just made her feel as if she never had a place to begin with. After all her birth had been a mistake, so after her mother had shown her so much kindness only to be crushed by a tree in a thunder storm. It angered her, it made her never see a point in being happy or care free. Though she would like to have fun, to be kind, she was always having the serious chill down her large spine. The girl who was large for a normal female, black on top white on bottom and glorious vibrant blue mane on the top of her head reaching down to just below her shoulder blades. As is was her unsettled red orbs looking in the frozen river. Vahva wasn't stupid, but she was hot tempered and not a very nice person at times. Even though she meant well. With having all the formal training that a pack wolf would had, including her knowledge of herbs from her mother, she could be or do whatever she wanted. But, what was the point, when no one wanted her in the first place.

"I guess you're alone too aren't you." She spoke to the small sparrow that had perched itself on one of the bare winter branches. The cold brisk air made it seem like the wolf was breathing ice. Vahva watched the chirping sparrow and sighed looking back to the water to look at her features. The two year old was a mistake, but she tried desperately to try and make it not one again. After all, if she could be of some use to her family, then surely she would be forgiven right? Whoever called the shots anyway, her mother never really spoke about her heritage, so she figured it was unimportant. The only thing she knew was that her mother's sister had kids so that meant she had family somewhere, but where was the question. Vahva wasn't even sure if she would get into Valhalla.