the way that it shines may just dwindle with time

Her lips pursed as he spoke: it was so tempting to interrupt him that she had to practically clench her jaws shut and refrain from being a complete and total terror. Nothing about pack life seemed enticing to her, save for the fact she could raid a cache without being chased off as an intruder. She listened to him speak favorably of everything she was against: family, contribution, society, working.... And worst of all, respect - she practically recoiled at the mention of the word. What was respectable about chaining Fenrisulfr down? What was respectable about Loki, or Tyr or any of the baseless, frightening Jotunns that savaged the earth? "Hmm." A single ear flicked back as she drew out her thoughts, her countenance dark with contemplation. "Do you do any sacrifices?" Her face practically lit up with explosive interest; the wicked yellow of her byzantine eyes fresh with sudden interest. Now, sacrifices -- that could definitely get her to stay.. A Volva's life was not entirely loathesome to her, so long as she had a small consort to feed her when she was hungry and perform her every beck and whim.