Sun Mote Copse say you'll stay with me tonight

Charon would make a pretty good likeness for the thunder god, Maia thought absently as she spoke.  Bright blue eyes, scarred and battle ready, but super noble and regal too.  All he needed was a pack of valkyries and a wreathing of lightning.  It suited him.

Fire has his own minions, though, creatures of smoke and ash.  The battle was furious, with the valkyries choking on the smoke as their claws and fangs passed right through.  Slowly, the fire forces were winning.  This was always where as a younger wolf she would be on the edge of her paws, anxious no matter how many times she heard it for the end and to hear how the tide would turn.

But the leader of the valkyries was a wise wolf, and her name was Senna.  She saw that the battle was turning and knew that they needed help.  The storm god had a sister who he thought was too weak to fight, the goddess of the winds.  Her power complimented his storms, but how could wind compare to the power of lightning?  She smiled at the rhetorical question, because of course those listening could probably guess the ending.

Senna rode up and up until she broke free of the fight and could call out to the upper winds.  They were the goddess's messengers and she hoped they would carry her urgent message on.

They did, and the goddess answered.  She loved her brother and his warriors and hated to see them lose, and she too disliked fire and the way it's smoke filled her winds with death.  So she gave the valkyries use of the wind, and with it they choked the fire and scattered his followers into ash.

The storm god was upset at first that his warriors needed help, but he was impressed too with the power his sister had given them.  Ever since then, he's allowed her to rule beside him, and that's why when a storm comes, the wind howls as well.  It's a good sign because it means that the goddess is watching as well, ready to give her gift again to fight their enemies.

She finished, smiling and hoping he'd liked it.  There were a ton more stories about Senna and her warriors, but this one was great because she felt a kind of kinship to the goddess of the wind.  It was cool she proved herself so well that her brother let her become a part of his storms.