The muscular female had made herself scarce lately. Winter was beginning to show itself in the forest again, a time that the warrioress truly hated. She was not built for the cold as some of the other breeds were. Her home place was not one that got as cold as it did here, and her fur never grew in as thick and fully as the other vargs did. So far she had only had one true winter experience as she was still somewhat new to Blossom. But this would be her first winter in a pack. Before she had come to look for her daughter, who had been expecting at the time, with her old mate. Valkyrie and the male had the intentions of stealing away Apollonia’s pups to raise as their own. The female still blamed the male for letting Apollonia slip away from them, and she needed her revenge. If she was not given the chance to raise young of her own, then why should her daughter? Apollonia had been so young when she had been swept down the river, there was almost no time for mother and daughter to bond. The two had had no relationship and with Apollonia’s amnesia it was like Valkyrie did not exist to the younger female. Searching for her daughter had been fruitless for years, until finally she had wandered into Blossom and found her.

But their plans to take the pups away had been unsuccessful. Once again the male had failed her. He had given them away and since Apollonia had the support of a pack they had been forced to leave. That had been the last straw for Valkyrie. She had attacked her mate, barely letting him get away with his life. But she had left him crippled, knowing that his life would be filled with constant physical pain. He had been lucky though, since she was known to deal fatal blows to those that angered her the way that this male had. And that was what had brought the russet colored female to Malignant Felicity. Or rather, what had made her agree to go to the pack. The old alphess had come and found her, knowing that she would be a good choice for the pack. And Valkyrie joined her first pack.

The demoness was still unsure how she felt about pack life. Overall she thought it was pointless. Sure having an alpha or alphess could have its benefits, but the rest of the ranks and roles she did not think were necessary. One pledging their allegiance and loyalty to a leader should be enough. Why was there a need for ranks and tasks and all that? So Valkyrie was not the best pack member, doing nothing but the bare minimum. She would never be one to try and get a high rank, instead preferring to make sure she was ready to defend the pack and to carry out its dirty work. Those were the things she had been promised by joining Malignant Felicity. That it was a special kind of wolf that would thrive here. Ones like herself that relished in a specific type of activity, activities that most feared and looked down upon. Activities that would end in bloodshed and pain.

So far in Malignant things had been quiet, but Valkyrie still hoped that they would pick up, so she stuck around. Even as the weather grew colder and colder, and she grew more and more bitter, she stayed in the den she had made within the packs territory. As she was thinking about how nothing had happened as of late, she heard a howl ring through the trees, calling to the pack members to answer. It seemed that Motionless was calling another pack meeting. The red female went to answer the call, as her duty required. When she arrived, she saw that there were a few other wolves there. She still did not know the name of many of the pack members, not caring enough to get to know them. Her scarred form trotted into the group though, sitting down in an unoccupied area, brown orbs looking around to examine those that were there. She recognized them even though she did not know them by name. Valkyrie’s cranium gave a nod to the alphess, but otherwise remaining silent.

Table and Picture Credit to Mimi <3