Private Roleplay They told me I couldn't choose her. So I did, Every day.

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Brynhild had been exploring, moving through the territories swiftly, like a bullet that had no force to stop it. At one point, she'd been traveling into the woodlands, found a tunnel, and the next she was further east than she remembered being.

Her tail quivered some; she remembered being over here when she first awoke. Two wolves threatened to hurt her, and she came out unscathed! It truly was a fun memory, new and disoriented, and she still didn't get a claw mark. Her eyes darted around, instantly locking onto the castle in the distance; it was gorgeously creepy and haunting, and yet she wanted to venture closer.

She would have had she not caught wind of a smell she knew. Barely there and stale, and she knew, likely the wolf had already moved onto a different area, but it didn't hurt to try. Slowly she tilted her head back, a song, a calling to her lover. A howl that bellowed and echoed off the trees for miles before finally falling silent against the waters near.

She called for Ylva, her darling lover, who she longed to see once more since her departure from Dawnbreak to explore these lands. She was still haunted by the...event a few days ago, but it lingered in the back of her mind simply to remind her of that night.