Horizon Ridge i do like to be beside the seaside

But Bazi was only looking for equality, and to hear that the the females held their own in the same arenas eased her concerns considerably. She put the darker subject of rape to one side, too young and too fortunate to know the details. "My mother might have liked to be a Viking," she told him, smile creeping back. "We didn't .. raid, or murder, but within her own pack she was ruthless." The memory of Zimri's blood-curdling screams against the total calm of Shar-Kali's expression made the yearling feel suddenly cold. Her gaze shifted into the middle distance. "It always felt like she needed something bigger."

Bazi gave her head a quick shake, re-focusing her attentions on Björn. Valhalla was unfamiliar to her, and she had been taught to scoff at the mention of Gods - of her spiritual aunt's dramatic suicide, her mother had commented: "Did she expect to be raised into the heavens by cloud badgers and a trout made out of air? That lesson burned strong in the Creek wolf, and on that basis she decided to skirt around the subject of Gods in as polite a way as possible. "Is that what Valhalla is to you and your kind? Something bigger to live for?"