Stavanger Bay [m] ride of the valkyries

Tagging bby @Thistle Cloud but anyone is welcome to hop in b/c I'm trying to keep my threads within pack territories all welcome (but please let Danni reply first with Thistle). c:

The morning was fair, the sea breeze that blew offering a slight cool kiss but was otherwise pleasant to the valkyrja as she stood upon the rise of rock, over the arch that welcomed those home, a platinum silhouette against the golden sunrise. The waves crashed against the red rock, though abroad the ocean appeared to be calm. Calm was not what Brynhildr felt within. Though her face remained impassive, never once betraying her true feelings, inside she felt great turmoil. Roiling anger, unrest, and despair at having to mourn Ragnar's death. She had never met her father, but it was Unnr's stories of him that had helped to shape Brynhildr, and had made the fondness for the legendary Berserker grow. She was not sure what she had been expecting when her brothers and her had set out on this journey, but this...this was not it. An echo of what had once been great, the rotting corpse of a man that she had placed on a pedi-stool, favored of Odin, slayer of dragons and giants alike. Death was something their culture celebrated, yes, but to claim she was happy about it, taken to Valhalla before she and her brothers could even meet him would be a lie. She was not happy.

On top of that, her brothers had separated from her, trailing behind. They had been meant to travel together but as usual any commands she issued to them had been tossed to the wayside as they meandered off to explore and seek out conquests. She expected no less from them, but even so it this was not something she should have had to face alone. In actuality, she was far from alone, but turning to Ragnar's widow was not something the strong willed valkyrja viewed as an option. After all, Brynhildr was the daughter of Ragnar and his second Queen, Unnr — the one her lecherous father had deemed as sterile. Unnr was sickly, had always been small and fragile and how she had survived childbirth was at the mercy of Frigga and Freyja alone. The Goddesses had taken pity on her, they must have.

Discontentment settled beneath her breast as the fur of her chest puffed with slight indignation. She was here, and for now, it was where she would stay.