you don't need wings to be an angel
Valkyrie had been quenching her thirst at the lakeside when she sensed wolves nearby. Immediately she was in the trees, hidden from sight. Sure enough, wolves started to arrive at the scene. She watched as wolves began to trickle in-first one, then another, then a pair- mother and son, she assumed. She watched carefully as the fae greeted the young pup, and seeing no aggression in her gentle hello, Valkyrie decided to step forward.
The wingless angel emerged from the trees, paws falling near-silently on the soft ground. She stopped a few metres from the group of wolves and sat.
"My name," she began, "is Valkyrie. May I enquire as to yours?"
Although she had lowered herself on to her haunches, every muscle in her body was tensed slightly, ready for a quick escape if one was needed. But she hid it well; her thick, arctic white pelt masked the slight bulge of unrelaxed muscle and she had become good enough at controlling her body language as to give no indication of her intention to flee if it was required.
V A L K Y R I E ♥
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