Falls of the Hinterlands Do you doubt it's yours?

Last for me lest they are stopped.

They lived nearby, then. Obviously not anywhere near enough for her and her partner to have noticed it. For all her travels, missing what should have been a well marked border was not something the huntress would have done. They were just protective and greedy over lands that were not truly claimed by them, something which sounded oddly familiar to her.

Though he went on, stepping closer, making comment on what Simmik had said for obviously it hit a nerve despite the nonchalant way he pretended not to care. Had he not, he would have just left them alone. His short snout wrinkled to a snarl, growling back at Simmik in warning. Though his tail didnt raise with pride and dominance, alas it was permanently curled and cooked up at his back side. And he weaves his tale of his deed, trying to fuel her Beta, trying to con her into a fight. The half-breed wasnt some sexy badass in the Archer's icy gaze, he was disgusting. 

Whatever happened to that girl, Vallkyrie didnt know and didnt want to know. Not her friend, not her pack, it sounded like a 'her problem' situation and Simmik didnt need to take the bait. Vallkyrie wouldnt fall for it, would she? 

The dark woman would turn to her opposite, who's eyes tightly shut, who's head turned away. It wasnt she which he had so damaged but the pain of hearing it was obvious in Simmik's mannerisms. As though she had been through it. Vallkyrie wouldnt know for sure but would know to find out before this trip ended. 

Her attention snaps back to Donovan and then to Nyra, who's own expression of shock  and her side steps away did not go unnoticed. For a moment it was clear she too was shocked by the pure unashamed which he held of it. Her lips twitching, her eyes shift to the stripped creature who spoke an awful lot. As she should have done, Referring to Simmik spitting it back in his face, at least. Confessioning your sins doesnt right them. Simmik wasn't any damn priestess, either and Donovan hadn't said one damn hail Mary. 

The leggy woman moves, slender shoulder made to nudge into the arctic woman's side. These lands were not his as Kyr trusted her senses this much, though neither did she feel the need to stay here to argue with him over it either. After all, it was apparent the child was not here and if he was here with these Saints, his chance of being dead already just sky rocketed from their already high percentile. 

Vallkyrie didnt know the man, not personally, but she didnt have to, didnt want to, either. Sure, there was two sides to every story, but she couldnt imagine anything would justify what he admitted he had done and the way he so uncaring spoke of the actions of it. Only true absolution could be gained by someone who was truly sorry for their actions which the half-breed tried so much so to convince he was not. A standing ovation. He wanted to be saught out as the bad guy, the monster, the evil little piece of shit in these lands, and he was- and Vallkyrie looked at him as such, icy eyes glaring at him like the filth he was, marring the lands wherever he went. 

Alas, a statement from Simmik- a warning, a promise. Vallkyrie turns to begin leading them off as originally intended before their leader decided to flaunt himself. She'd move slowly, cautious, should they attack but when they were out of view, she'd move quick with every intention to never see them again lest it be to bring war upon them that was far overdue.