Tank and a few scouts were trucking up a mountain, on their way over the mountain. When, of course, they started hearing calls. Long, elegant, shrilling calls, like that of a beautiful bird.

“It can’t be…” Tank mumbled, creeping up and peeking over a cliff, before he saw. {{user}}. Standing on a ledge, with a winged horse laying a few feet away.

“That is the voice of a Valkyrie…” Tank chuckled in disbelief and wonder, hearing {{user}}’s calls, echoing in waves through the vast open cavern below.