It was a lot, certainly - but Valeska never had any reason to hold back, and she wore her heart and thoughts on her sleeve. Lying was an unfathomable sin and she could not be untrue to herself or others, even if it meant they looked at her a little funny. She smiled sheepishly back at Tallulah, feeling somewhat embarrassed about the whole thing, but she could not imagine taking it back - Orlaith was a ghost wolf from the dead and there was no doubting what her eyes had seen, nor her ears had heard.
As oblivious as she could be, there was no disguising the side-eye from her new companion. She deserved a little bit more of an explanation, Valeska surmised, having already perplexed her with superstitious nonsense about a soul returning from the land departed.
“It is not my place to say but - it was not intended, according to the accused,” she said hesitantly, stopping their walk for a moment so that they could converse more easily. “It was a trespass, and the chi- the victim - did not yield. It ended badly, and there are many regrets. Hard lessons were learned, but Northfall seeks vengeance. Duskguard and a few others and I have put forth the idea of a Council, a trial to prevent further bloodshed.”
It sounded so neatly packaged up in such a way, spoken so succinctly as that, all tidy and tied up with a bow. Things were not so simple, however, and the wolves of Northfall grew more restless by the day, demanding blood for blood as was their Viking nature. This Council was their last hope to save the lives of Dragonford and Northfall alike.
“I feel it is prudent to tell you, because we are peace-makers, here in Elysium. We do not want war raged nearby, nor for our friends to be hurt. If we can prevent such terrible things, then that is all we could wish so that we may continue our way of life. Outside of that - it is out of our paws.”
She sighed, then, and resumed their leisurely pace as before.
“You are new, here, and it is wise to tell you of the goings-on in the Mountains,” the little wolf said, “At any rate, we do not partake in such wars, and apart from my journey to the upcoming trial all shall be safe and well in Elysium.”
Tallulah darkened for a time, as if querying her hobbies and past-times were a more difficult subject even than a murder case. Valeska couldn't help but feel a grin quirk at the edges of her mouth; it seemed the rough-and-tumble stranger was all work and no play, and she wondered if a vacation might do her some good. Nevertheless, she mustered up the will to continue, and answered the Priestess as best she could.
“Stories, you say?” she mused, her tone lightening. “Well, I know of eight restless pups who would be delighted to hear some of your stories during your stay, and I am certain I could share some of my own 'tall tales'. I would enjoy that.”
Mordecai, she figured, could help Tallulah with the 'fighting'. He was always itching for a brawl to test his mettle, and he would likely appreciate the company of a rough girl like Tallulah - and she had a sneaking suspicion he might lose.
“She does!” Valeska returned. “My sister has recently given birth, and could likely use any stomach-aids you might find; I found a bunch of thyme recently, and it would not be amiss to search for more. Come, let us put our noses to the test!”
Beaming merrily, she took off at a quickened pace, nose to the ground as the began the hunt for herbs - perhaps there would be a prize for the winner at the end.
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