Shimmering Sands So, teach and tell me,

"Alright," it seemed she struck a cord for the younger wolf, who declared she would be fine. Though she wasn't sure what to think about the parents who let her roam- but at the same time, the bay wolves were just as brutal. Old-fashioned, but still relevant, some would be thrown over the cliff to prove their worth. Grímnismál believed her time was near for the event- but fate decided otherwise. Her mother was old-fashioned and made it clear, she would do so eventually.

"I do not believe they would welcome me; i'm an outsider," as the soul always was. Not wishing to intrude so, and especially have to face the wrath of being chased out, she would have to refrain.