Walking quietly, Caerul walked along the grounds of Valhalla. He had kept close to the pack in case any of the prisoners tried to do something, and of course he would not tolerate to bite back if they tried to defy or hurt any of his packmates. He seethed with anger, his father was a prisoner in Glaciem and so it only fueled his hatred for them. Rolling his shoulders, he decided he would go check in to see if the prisoners were behaving. It wasn't long before he approached the albino girl, green eyes were cold and emotionless upon seeing her. "Enjoying your stay?" he would speak with cold sarcasm, uncaring towards her. Though he doubted if he could ever be caring and kind to any Glaciem wolf. Not after what they had started with Valhalla. Speech

Unlike the wounded pride of her larger litter-mate, Satis seemed unphased by her position within Valhalla; the moment her escape was possible it would succeed. Glaciem had proven it?s superior power over Valhalla in combat many times, and she knew her father would stop at nothing to get his daughters back. She approached her coiled sister moments after the self-proud man would arrive, lips curling with a defensiveness for Impra?s safety as she would lift het hackles, neck dropping as she came to stand behind her siblings form. So much smaller the marked perculiar was, and yet it seemed the fire within her gaze far out-shined Impra?s own; the albino babe looked almost as if she had given up. Satis wouldn?t allow it, Impra was not weak. As if she had heard her siblings thoughts Impra would rise, towering the pathetic man that stood before her. This was not their war, it was their fathers, but the duo were endlessly loyal to their purpose. And yet still that darling nature of the albino?s would glimmer free as she did not retaliate to the being?s sarcasm. It seemed to be her way of stating her superiority, and it worked in a sense. She twisted around the chest of the larger vulpess, standing by her with squared limbs of defense as ears would pin at the greyed man, ?We are enjoying the opportunity to weave information from beneath your packs pathetic structures, yes.? In her stay, Satis had become exposed to the names of individuals, and that in itself opened opportunities for her craving father, ?I am sad to say you will not have us much longer.?