Valeria Redpaw Valour needs first strength, and then a weapon. | |||
The firelight crackled and popped, brilliant sparks split off from the smoldering logs and floated up into oblivion with wisps of gray woodsmoke, telegraphing the woman's position next to the river in picturesque Foxheel Point. The evening was comfortably warm, with just a touch of a cool breeze in the air every now and then. The river trickled and babbled nearby, and the night was so serene that even the nocturnal animals of the brush felt comfortable enough to pad nearby the predator. Valeria sat on a linen sheet she had brought over, bread and cheese set out on it at her side and a pitcher of refreshing mint water next to it. Even with the nearby fire the sky was so clear that one could see each winking star overhead. Sighing contentedly, Valeria leaned back onto her elbows to peer up at the cloudless sky. Behind her stretched the wooded area of Foxheel, her own hovel not far off in the distance. Some weeks ago, she and Theo had discovered a tree with a hollowed out burrow and made it their home. It was cozy, and did not serve as a storage place or even a place to have a family, but for now it was a good home for the newlyweds and Valeria had a workshop to store any other possessions. The burrow was a nice, feral home for a feral woman. As her gemstone eyes peered up into the inky sky she caught sight of Lupo Iwei, a cluster of stars which was said to outline the profile of a great demigod spirit of her people. She cocked her head to better see the Iwei's ear points, and then traced the line of the blade that ran his throat. She missed the legends of her people, and wished she had a reason to tell them to the people here. She supposed when pup season came about she may have the opportunity to spread her tales, if the parents let her... Why did she still feel like she would be rejected? The Vale had been her home for two months now and everyone was so accepting. She nodded, sitting up straight again and pouring herself a bowl of water. She brought the bowl to her lips and began to lap up the herb-infused drink. It was a splendid summer night. | |||
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