Disaster has struck!
you don't need wings to be an angel
The lean white fae was new to Moladion and had no true companions yet. She had come across other wolves but had not spoken, preferring to keep her silence in this strange land. Her Moladonian accent was atrocious, anyway; it was easy to tell that she was a stranger, and she didn't want to be taken advantage of for that.
It was as she was thinking these thoughts that she crested a ridge and was met by the sight of many wolves gathered around a creek with high banks. There were a few wolves messing about like pups in the water, three or four watching from a ridge, but the majority of the gathering were scattered around, alone, in pairs or in groups.
She was about to turn away when one wolf caught her eye. He was shaggy, unruly-looking, but something about him picqued her interest. She decided to get closer. Yes, he was a stranger here too; and she recognised his build and stature. He is of the Mountain packs.
Valkyrie trotted down cautiously to greet him. He was a little taller and much more heavily built than her; she had lived in the forests of her homeland and was built for speed and agility more than braving the cold slopes that were home to the fjell-folk.
"Hallo, bror," she said when she was close, "har du en grund til å være her?"
OOC: Why yes I have forgotten a lot of Norwegian. :D
Sol, if you still wanna thread them I'm up for it x
V A L K Y R I E ♥
|| fae || young adult ||
|| Warrior Angel ||