Moving had been a good choice in the woman's mind, new lands meant new pages to write her story and life into. And this time she was not going to let anyone shit on her again, she didnt want to be bothered or else she wasnt affraid to bite someone's ass off.

She had joined Seneca and his family, settling as a warrior and taking home in the more frigid region of Seneca's new kingdom.

It was night when Alma finished moving her stuff in, furs for her bed, bones to chew on and more. Yawning she took a sit on the entrance of her newly claimed home.

"Fucking hell,"

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