Valkyrie rose to her feet, stretching languidly and then shaking out her thick black fur. She sat down again for a moment to scratch behind one ear, then trotted after Sangre. She made sure to give Zeus his room. While she figured she was a match for the huge dog, she also didn't think Sangre would take kindly to it if the two got into a tussle. And Valkyrie had her reasons for being here. It would not do to anger the natives--at least not yet.<br/><br/>But Little Howl. Well, he was already pissed. The smell of his anger was unmistakable and she licked her lips in private amusement. It was just as well. Being Alpha was more than just words. He was bound to have to put some of his packmates in place if he wanted to be in charge. Oddly enough, he may have had the most luck with Kyrie, as prickly and unimpressionable as she was. She knew nothing of the legacy of the area, and the huge pawprints he had to fill. She knew only that those she'd been tracking for a year now were here ... somewhere. Kyrie was hungry. Hungry for information. Hungry for revenge.<br/><br/>Otherwise she would never have been trotting along at Little Howl and Sangre's heels like an obedient pet. For her cause, even Kyrie would swallow her pride.