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It was…odd, to be alone like this again. Before she had left, Ylva had come to terms with the fact that both Brynhild and Solvi would be hard to find again, if she ever did. A part of her was sure that Solvi would be, still, but despite it all, there was something like hope driving her. Brynhild would be easier to find; Ylva knew her lover like she knew herself, and, even with the snow, she could make out the traces of that telltale comforting honey-dew scent.

Her skills didn’t lie with tracking, though, and the scent was faint enough that, sooner rather than later, she found herself faltering, standing stock still, ears perked- and, just as quickly, she had puzzled out the scents of prey nearby. A lot of prey, at that; whatever was near here was popular, and she had been sure, if she kept that way, that she would find Brynhild eventually.

Except she hadn’t. There was no sign of the other wolf- at least not recently- and the lake was big enough that even Ylva could not see the other side of it.

Ylva comes to a complete stop, then, and closes her eyes, just for a second. She can figure something out, she’s sure of it. She’ll find Brynhild, and then the two of them will find Solvi, because she wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Brynhild hadn't been sure where she was, the wintery air was mixed with a dew of the early morning. The sun just rising at the horizon, painting the sky gorgeous oranges that reflected beautifully off the ice that stood below her, standing tall atop a large mound of snow. A soft breath escaped her, she liked this area, it was peaceful yet lively with prey. Soon, the gorgeous sun was shrouded with clouds, blocking it's soft rays of warmth.

Although the cold settled deeper into her bones, Brynhild gazed around. Tail swishing lowly until her eyes caught sight of a small snowshoe hare bouncing through the snow. Scavenging for something small to eat, a simple snack. She hadn't eaten much recently, small left alone carcasses or scraps from other wolves hunts here and there. Brynhild wasn't even sure if she could catch the tiny creature, they were oddly fast little buggers.

With a hint of hesitance, Brynhild leapt from her spot and took chase. Sprinting after the hare, kicking up snow in a plume behind her, having little experience running across tundra like lands, she wasn't careful on her path at all. Leaping and dodging anything that suddenly appeared from the snow, to others, she looked manic, snapping her teeth wildly at the little cotton tail just a tail length infront of her face.

"Come..here you little rodent! Circle of life, stuff i don't know!"

Brynhild was quick, but not quick enough. The hare managed to slip just out of her reach, down into a burrow below the snow that she could not fit into even if she tried her hardest. Not even a limb could get into it, having an awkward bend in the tunnel. With a heavy huff, and now cold paws, she turned her gaze upwards and took a heavy breath in, and suddenly, her body froze.

It couldn't be her..right? Ylva wasn't here, she hadn't smelt her at all, but this was her. A distinct scent of sweet herbs that was soothing to the mind and soul, one that she often drowned herself in when her mind was troubled. A hint of unease wrecked her entire body, limbs beginning to move on their own, if it truly was her, the wolf she dedicated her life too, Brynhild had to find her. Make sure she was okay, that she was safe and sound from the manic wolves in these lands.

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Ylva thinks, maybe, her best bet is to turn around- because if Brynhild hasn’t been here, then she hasn’t been here. As much as she would like for her to. As much as the idea of not finding her sends a pang through her chest. She has to remind herself that it doesn’t mean giving up as she turns around abruptly.

And, in the end, she doesn’t even really get much of the chance. She doesn’t even get that far, either, as her paws carry her through the snow, before a dark shape appears in the distance. It’s faint, but Ylva knows enough to know that they’re moving toward her.

She knows enough to know who it is, too.

A tiny exhale leaves her jaws, almost inaudible to her own ears- Bryn?- before her limbs are picking up speed until she’s in a run, spurred on by the sight of her beloved and her newfound younger age. As she gets closer, she calls out, breathless, joyful.

Brynhild!

She doesn’t slow her pace, not even as she gets closer- unless Brynhild moves, she’s going to send them both back into the snow, with Ylva herself being a laughing, joyful mess.

She doesn’t really see a problem with it.

Can I be a child again? ( Take me back to when laughter was endless, and my dreams were bigger than my fears. )
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Brynhild rushed, her limbs carrying her with ease across the snow now. Her eyes beaming with excitement and a silent hope. This had to be her love, it just had to, she hadn't ever smelled something like Ylva's scent anywhere else besides on herbs themselves. Her tail faintly wagged along with the sway of her back legs, drawing her jaws apart letting the wind carry the scent along her tongue and into her senses. Letting it overwhelm them, she had been stuck, months perhaps now, on search for Ylva, now, she had found her.

"Ylva!"

Her voice had a small crack, noticing the other she wouldn't slow, she did herself. Not wishing to clash skulls together, keeping a slowed canter, Her gentle eyes looked almost as if they were glittering, happiness overwhelming her. When the two got thrown back into the snow, Brynhild broke into laughter. Tail wagging much harsher than before, pressing her muzzle into Ylva's and rubbing against her.

"Ylva..My love, I've missed you so"

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She felt like she was dreaming. She had to be- everything was too good to be true. It doesn’t stop her from continuing on her path, though, still on the path of a collision with Brynhild. Her love moves, too, and it’s only when she doesn’t slow that Brynhild does- just enough that they won’t end up with a headache. Something about the motion, as minor as it is, sends another thrill of genuine, unfiltered joy through her.

Not even the force of their collision throwing them back into the snow was enough to change that. As soon as Ylva collided with the form of Brynhild, a tiny, shaky little laugh left her as she tilted her head into Brynhild’s nuzzle. I was so afraid I wouldn’t find you again. She admitted, quietly, voice breaking with the weight of her relief. I missed you. So much.

Were it not for the snow and the chill it brought, Ylva would be tempted to just stay like that. Even despite that, she was- a part of her was unwilling to even move from her spot, nestled into Brynhild’s fur. It’d be nice, to just stay there for a while; and, honestly, she wasn’t sure that she would even feel the chill at all with the other wolf by her side.

Can I be a child again? ( Take me back to when laughter was endless, and my dreams were bigger than my fears. )
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Brynhild was so focused on the feel and smell of Ylva, her eyes shut tight hoping this wasn't a dream. Even slightly biting her tongue to test and scrunching when it hurt a little, definitely not a dream. Peaking her butter yellow eyes open to gaze at the soft silver ones accented with earthy browns, they weren't special to most, but they were like looking at a sunset bathed in sunrays to Brynhild.

Ylva..

The name rolls of her tongue as if it'd been engraved into her mind, just the idea of never seeing her lover again had Brynhild's ears pinning back slightly. The little laugh though from the ever so slightly shorter she drew them back up, a smile forcing its way to her muzzle. Her own little laugh joining the air, being carried away by the gentle winds. The worries of Ylva reached her ears and Brynhild gave her a quick swipe of her tongue over the center of her forehead.

Never worry of losing me my love..I'll look for you in every lifetime, every world or place.

She was gentle with the words, nuzzling her face into the gray and brown pelt. Nestling as close as possible to the canine she once only was a blade too, and now was closer than ever too. With great ease, Brynhild shifted to lay on her side and nestle close to Ylva. Her pelt radiated warmth, from the fact she had so much adrenaline rushing through her veins and muscles.

But..I have missed you, it was so odd not being by your side..When i got here- I, I was so worried something would happen to you, or Solvi.

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The snow begins to melt, notwithstanding the warmth from the two of them, but all the chill does is serve as a way for Ylva to pull Brynhild closer. Her eyes sting and water, and she’s not sure if it’s from the cold or from the fact that she can just reach out and the other wolf is right there, warm and solid and real.

As if she were thinking the same, Brynhild opens her eyes, and Ylva finds herself lost in them. It had happened before, several times over, and she was sure it would happen countless times again, but this time was different. This time they didn’t have anything to interrupt their time together like this. This time they didn’t have to worry about anyone catching them.

Brynhild’s words cause something like an exhale to come from Ylva, words failing her as the stinging in her eyes intensifies. There’s a lump in her throat, feeling like it’s blocking out everything she could say- that she wants to say- and for a long moment all she can do is nuzzle her face into the fur on Brynhild’s chest and breathe, taking in the salty honey-dew scent she had grown so fond of.

I wouldn’t let anything take me away from you that easily. She answers, finally, in response to Brynhild’s own concerns. And Solvi- if she were here, I think she’d say the same. And oh, does she wish Solvi were here. It’d make an already dreamlike reunion so much more, if the golden pelt of her daughter was curled up next to them. Something shifts inside Ylva, at the thought of it, and she finds herself huffing out a tiny laugh into Brynhild’s fur as if that will ease the pang in her heart at the idea of Solvi’s whereabouts- her wellbeing- being unknown to them both.

Can I be a child again? ( Take me back to when laughter was endless, and my dreams were bigger than my fears. )
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Brynhild laid there silently, gazing at Ylva's face with a small, warm smile to her. Whilst to many all she was is Ylva's Blade, she was more than that, and Ylva was more than a ruler now. No longer a ruler perhaps, but still a lover. A lover Brynhild would cherish to the ends of the earth, into the highest cliffs and deepest oceans.

In silence, Brynhild promised to never let Ylva slip away from her again, to never let the world separate them or rip them apart. She wasn't sure if she'd remain sane if it happened again, ripped away from her beloved again.

As Ylva soothed her worries, Brynhild refocused on her eyes and warmly nuzzled closer. Muzzle pressing into her chest fur then just above her shoulder, into her neck. Bushy tail wagging lightly before entangling with Ylva's, wrapping around her rump lightly.

You're still beautiful as ever..Perhaps this place will have more to offer us than the other, more opportunities?

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In the silence, for just a second, Ylva tries to take in every little detail of Brynhild’s face and burn it into her memory. Her Blade’s smile is small and warm, and Ylva wants nothing more than to have her keep that look on her face for as long as possible. She’s sure the look on her face mirrors Brynhild’s, something tiny and completely overjoyed in her own way.

And- oh, she couldn’t stop smiling if she wanted to.

As Brynhild nuzzles closer, Ylva’s eyes flutter shut. Not sleeping, not quite, despite the way everything in her is relaxed and content. The cold is still too prominent for that, and her thoughts are still too scattered, in the best way, to give her that opportunity. She’s just left to soak in the warmth, the comfort, that the other wolf brings with her, something she can take in without any reservation now.

I’m sure it will. Her optimism is genuine, this time, as she speaks with the sort of confidence that mirrors it. Maybe it’s silly, in comparison, but she can’t imagine that a place that led her to Brynhild again would rob them of new opportunities. Things that they could go through together, this time.