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rage; rage - Vallkyrie - January 10, 2021
Just a bit of a ready only note for the sake of knowing where Kyr stands with things.
There was a bitterness to this winter the young Archer had never yet known before. The storms that came just over a week ago had not ended, had not offered a moment of silence and stillness in order for the wolves of these lands to gather and re-coop. Leaving the territory surely meant getting lost, frozen, death and so she had been forced to stay within. The food storages grew low without the ability to hunt properly with the raging storms though Kyr knew, at least, there was far less now to feed.
It was but the cusp of winter and already many had done from them. Miriam-of not a single shock to Vallkyrie, who with it likely so took her daughter, but the sons of Aibreann? The huntress sighed, unknowing of the fate of the two sons. Then, of course, Isadora had left. There had been promise for the girl who Kyr had come to favor, though alas could only think perhaps the pale prince and princess had left and so she had went with.
Far too many lives taken from them already, be it by the storms or by their own accord. Vallkyrie, as she sat at the edge of her territory, looking out as the snow poured down over the Glen, would be left with the pained wonder if their pack were to survive it at all. Cursed, was this beloved forest and so she lifted her muzzle to howl. Her song lost in the raging winds, though not by the Gods which she prayed to. Prayed that her loved ones would survive.