Overture Downs Skadoosh

Well it went without much saying that Valkyr had  been surprised she hadn’t been interviewed for her just sitting there and watching like a creep. But maybe she was just lonely? Maybe she had missed her puppyish days where she should have been allowed the chance to play around in the snow and tear some shit up. But the way things had gone in their family, playtime just wasn’t an option. After her and Vyn ran away, her sister was all she had left. Now that she was alone, the hardass just thought she was seeking some companionship.

So when the smaller girl, still pupping around, was friendly, even going so far as to soundlessly greet and ask for a play, Valkyr appreciatively offered the same thing. Puppies didn’t really have too much to fear; and with this younger girl simply enjoying the world for what it was instead of having a chip on her shoulder like the rest of them, Valkyr felt lighter. Almost as though she weren’t weighted down with the gloom she had been seething in all her life.

Standing and shaking out her own coat, she felt the full stuff come free in her Mexican tresses, curtains of autumn flailing and flaying in place to breeze to her newfound company. She was quite larger than this baby girl, and she made a hard pressed mental note to only go as rough as the kid wanted it to be. And that in itself was a surprise to the usually angers and rough Reigns.

Accepting the play bow, she scooted a few inches forward, a sly gleam gliding over her bright topaz eyes as she threw herself forward, showing then in their own personal snowstorm. Through the ivory haze, Valkyr had smile on her face as the brutish woman tried wrapping a long pair of forelimbs on the speedy kid’s back. But as true to name, she was prepared for the girl to be completely not there, evading her hulky maneuver. 

And that was okay.