Inanna laughed at his reassuring response. She may not have been the best ‘herbalist’ in Glorall, but she did know a thing or two about them. Her grin spread a little further. ‘A thing or two’ she surely did know much more about. It would be nice to speak to someone who knew more about the plant side of healing and power as opposed to her views surrounding power itself. The more she thought about it, the more her curiosity continued to grow. She wanted to know more about this sister she was soon to meet.

The white wolf hesitated again, her movements strangely halting as she tried to sort it all out. A family had never been something she had considered. Now it was resting in her paws, like the pearl Thor had given to her. He brushed against her and she buried her face as deep as she could into his rough, breathing in the comfort and warmth he brought her, enjoying the tickle of flame. She sighed deep, pulling her face out just enough to continue to nuzzle him. I love you, Thor. The words felt strange, but true. Through all their assertions, she had never truly said the words; to herself or to him. They rolled off her tongue and hung in the air like a spell solidifying the truth. With another grin and a lick, she bounced over to the beautiful pearl and gathered it up. Shall we go meet your sister and tell her the news? Or shall we enjoy ourselves a little more before the night falls?