Firestone Hot Springs and our throats were bare for god

val, she repeats to herself, though she rather liked valtamr better. she was never a fan of nicknames, entire names were so much more important to her. "aria january," she replied, her tail swishing beneath the waters surface. january felt more purposeful than it had weeks ago, and it felt nice to feel a sense of purpose-- even if it was just in her name. she wonders if there is anything else she can reveal casually in conversation, but she is a loner. she has no rank or pack or real family to share with her new acquaintance-- it is only her name that defines her.

"where are you headed, valtamr?" she asked instead, pale crown tilting to the side. her ears cup forward to receive his answer, wondering if he had a reason for traveling. she had no real destination. floki and constantine were her destination. they were not where she had guessed they might be--donnelaith and stavanger bay-- and so she was back to wandering, searching for leads.