Stavanger Bay something new, something blue

For a moment, just a moment, Vallkyrie would be left to wonder if staying in the pack would be worth having her friend leave her behind. She knew, if it came down to it, her sister would join her in the travels, the twins finding home within one another. But how long would it be before Vallkyrie longed for a pack again? How long would Kyr convince Belly to stay before she had that itch once more? Moving place to place every few months was not the life Vallkyrie wished to lead. They both, while getting along so well, were very different types of wolves. They both knew that, too. 

East. it was the best Vallkyrie was going to get if she were to find her friend sometime again to play catch-up. North or South, how far East, welp, who knew. Luckily enough Belharta wasnt the type of wolf that people could forget about if they ran into her. At least she could pick up a trail to follow, especially if she wasnt coming around here anymore. 

Frowning, still looking like Belharra had stomped on her tail or called her ugly, Kyr tried to pick her slumped self off the ground and back to life again. I suppose so... She mumbles, holds back the high whine in her throat and forces a smile. Badly so, at that. Might as well make it a good one, hu? If it was gonna be their last day, at least for a long while, night as well make it one to remember. 

She grumbles something under her breath, shuffles forward poutingly over the sandy shoreline and suddenly reaches out and snips at Belharra's rippled looking ear and dashes away as fast as she could down the coast. Your It!