Sun Mote Copse say you'll stay with me tonight

i am completely making this up like I do most of her stories haha, man I love this though

This story had long been one of her favorites, so when he asked her to tell it, she was indeed already prepping to do so whether he wanted to hear it or not.  Well - if he'd asked her not to, she wouldn't have, but who did that?

Up high in the sky, above even the clouds, lives a band of warrior wolves who ride giant winged beasts.  They are a sisterhood of expert fighters and they answer to the storm god, who leads them into battle with teeth and claws of lightning.  She could picture him in her mind - fur the color of storm clouds and eyes the same furious blue as his fangs.  

One day, his enemy, the god of fire, was laying waste to a forest.  They always fought because when the god of storms brought rain and lightning, sometimes the god of fire would set the forests alight, and the wolves would blame the storms.  Her eyes grew distant for a second... she'd forgotten for a moment that fire played a part in this story.  But she was able to get past, as time had healed a good part of that hurt.  Likely she'd never hear the story the same way again, though.

The storm god grew angry and wanted to protect the mortal wolves, so he sent his valkyries in a rainstorm to fight the god of fire and send him back.  She paused here for a moment, putting together the rest of the tale.  It had been a while since she heard it.