“Hmmm,” Skyfire pondered Nissa’s question for a moment before answering. “I wouldn’t have called Valkyria an assassin. Aren’t assassin’s meant to be really quiet? Like they get in and out of a place without being seen? Without leaving a trace? Like a living ghost?” She paused and tried to imagine her aunt trying to be subtle. Nope, Valkyria was anything but low-key. She had heard that Valkyria usually left a battlefield with a pool of blood and chunks of bodies strewn about in her wake. Ice blue eyes sparked in clear amusement. “I would say she was more of a … How to put this… A butcher?” Skyfire’s crimson brow furrowed in confusion. “It’s really hard to describe her. There was something wrong with her brain.” At least that’s what all the other wolves had told her.
The crimson guardian then looked a little flustered for a moment. She had told her friend that there was something wrong with her aunt’s head. She knew that her family, if they found out, would not be happy that she had shared such knowledge with someone outside their pack. “Don’t get me wrong!” She quickly interjects, remembering to keep her voice low. “I love my aunt but she’s scary. She doesn’t talk, because she doesn’t want to, I have hardly heard her say anything. Her sister Valcura usually talks for the both of them. So we hear all of Valkyria’s thoughts from Valcura. And I know that Valcura is leaving bits out. She told me that Valkyria inherited too many bad things from their father, and that they find it difficult to keep Valkyria calm.” Skyfire was still too young to understand what her aunt meant by ‘inherited bad things’.
“Valkyria would have become a wandering killer like her father if it wasn’t for the rest of us trying to keep her calm and happy." Though the broken female never seemed to be happy unless she was ripping into something. “So, she’s not an assassin, she’s the last resort. Once Valkyria has her target, she won’t stop until they are dead.” Sadness washed down Skyfire’s white face. “I have often wondered what it’s like to be inside Valkyria’s head? To want for nothing other than to cause pain and suffering? Their goal being simply to spread fear and darkness wherever she goes...” No, the young wolf couldn’t understand the want to hurt others just for the sake of it. In a low whisper she adds, “I don’t know how many wolves Valkyria has hunted down and killed. The pack wouldn’t tell me. Her role was considered a necessity rather than something to be proud of.”
Oh, wait, that last part didn’t sound very appealing. “Well,” Skyfire perks up as she knows exactly how to answer Nissa’s last question. “Why not?” Her blue eyes are sparkling with glee. “Have you ever thought that because you don’t want something means that you are the right wolf to have it?” Taking a few steps forward she affectionately touches her black nose to Nissa’s grey cheek. “I don't think you are anything like my auntie,” and that wasn’t a bad thing. “Sooo…” she slowly withdraws her muzzle from Nissa’s warm fur, “we should come up with our own titles?” Tail is slowly wagging behind her and her expression is gentle as she patiently waits for her friend's response. Maybe they could come up with a name that would honour Nissa’s heritage? If that’s what she wanted to do.