Freya padded whistfully through a forest. She didn't really know where she was, because she was wandering. Her mind was deep in thought. Internal conflict was what her father had called it. Her feet just carried her to places unknown while her mind wandered. She was contempleting over making a pack. She thought it would be a good idea. Really, it would. Who would not love to have protection and friends? Honds that you could call your family were what she wanted, though. And a good friend to rule alongside her. But who? In these lands she had only ever met Maelstrom, a shy male that she had taken a liking to.Why did she always have to think so hard? She couldn never be normal. No, it was hard to catch her being normal. Her only two modes were dominatrix and loon. If you did know her, there was a friendly side in there. Being alone made you the way that Freya was. She just liked respect. Of course she gave it when it was recieved as well. She swished har tail as she made her decision to make a pack and looked around the forest. It had to have been in Niflheim, for it was dark out.
