Deepwood Weald The Pain that withers.

Maiken had promised Jörmungandr that she would join him, if he found a place. Now she had no other options. Though she had fought for her home, because it was what was expected of her. She had not enjoyed it. And she bore the newest wounds for it.

Maiken lifted brown eyes, and met his red eyed gaze. She tilted her head. Jörmungandr. Krig skjedde.

Maiken moved so that her wounds were closer to see. The tear in her chest, in her side. The teeth upon her muzzle.

New scars to add to my collection of broken promises. The warcheif's daughter took a life, and when the wolves came to collect. They did not get what they wanted, which was a life for a life, because Fury took her own life. And since their revenge was not given. They attacked. I fought because it was what was expected of me, but I left when i knew I would die. I won't die on foreign soul, for a crime I didn't commit.