Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190110155650/@comment-5583506-20190112034223

At least there's more cheer here than that graveyard back home, Ylva reflected, taking notice of the woman's demeanor.

"Ylva Ulfsdottir", she stated. "24."

Hate gnawed again at Ylva's boot, craving attention. She simulated a light kick towards the wolf and he reacted accordingly taking a skip back before the foot ever touched him... and then he was back to annoying her.

"Let go", she hissed at the wolf. She'd need to give him his chewing rod soon, before he bit a hole in the boots.