dead and cast away

Cameo

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 She heard the howl.
 She was too far, and she did not care to bother racing to see what new flesh her idiot brother had decided to plant in their new home. It was as it always had been, only these days, Valmúa actively avoided such meetings with others. She knew how she would feel. Disappointment. Jealousy. The burning will to seize what should rightfully have been hers all along.
 “Skíthaus, — Shithead” she muttered, and moved on in the opposite direction of his voice.

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Many gathered. Not just Eft and the woman who had lingered nearby but many of their own, too. Rökkvi, Solpallur, a distant call from Valmúa, even a stranger who was drawn to the call that staked their claim. Proud, Stjörnuáti raised his head, a feral grin spreading across his maw as he looked to Solpallur, meeting that green gaze and understanding the question he asked. Ours. It was a wordless response, one given by the incline of his head, the glint of pride in his liver-colored eyes. The wolves, the mountain, the ravens. They would make this land their home, in due time.

Fade.
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