Golden Glade Teach and tell me,

Raleska reminded Grímnismál of her mother, "okay." she said, not realizing the slip of her mother-tongue. One urged her to stay with comfort, while the other, like a general of storms, gave a commanding voice for her to remain where she was. She wanted to shrink down, and kinda smolder away from this, as these two clearly knew each other- the reaper felt like an invader to their conversations. Despite them saying/demanding to say, it felt rude.

Felt more on nerve when the golden mother was eyeing her so. Rigid, upright, like a soldier waiting for orders. It felt odd having her attention, as normally the wolf tended to lurk in the shadows of her home isle. Moments like these is where naturally, her tail would curl around her so, but, it was gone.

Though it now seemed the storm chief had her own fair-share of the repears scythe, as the list went on of everyone that have died. Grimm felt pity, as her reddened gaze softened upon Raleska, but assuming she may get a glare back, swiftly moved her sight to the ground, and onto her holly talisman.

.. She wanted to go home.