Chronicles of the Wolf: Chapter 11: Wrath of the Strongest.

Randgriz continued to caress Tyr's hand gently, after the round 8. Doctors assured her of her son's survival, but seeing him like this brought pain to her regardless. Loud steps could be noticed. At a faster phase, doors slowly opened and Thrud entered the room.

''Sister... I do not know how difficult this has to be for you. But can you please leave me with your son alone?'' Thrud asked. A bit short on temper, which was uncommon for her. Randgriz nodded, giving a kiss on Tyr's forehead one last time. And as she passed Thrud, she spoke to her with worry. ''Please... don't be too rough.'' Then, doors closed behind the 4th of the Valkyrie Sisters. Thrud walks towards Tyr, and sits on the infirmary bed, which is empty next to her nephew. Bed bends down in the middle, where she sits to which she lets out growl. As the bed is not capable of supporting her weight.

''Can you explain to me, little man... what were you thinking by going out there? You could have been killed, little man.'' She spoke sternly. Her left arm resting on her thigh, as the other one extended towards Tyr. Carefully tilting his head towards her, with enough force to not hurt him but to make it uncomfortable for him. ''You could have been killed, and your mother would be devastated. You saved her soul, just for her to lose you for good. And what with Sol? SHe is pregnant with your child, you moron.'' She let go of his head roughly. ''I can't imagine, I am speaking to such fool, like you.'' She looked away, annoyed. ''Your mother told you, that you have two months of grounding?'' Her large face got close to that of her nephew. ''I will make it over 100 years, for this stunt you have made.'' She spoke for the last time and then sighed.

''I... I did it for... aunt Gondul... aunt Thrud. She is my... 3rd most favorite... aunt. And i could not see... more of you... dying.'' As Tyr spoke to her with weak and trembling voice, she just sighed and anger dissapeared a bit from her face. Replaced with a smile. ''I know, little man. It does not take Nikola Tesla to connect dots. But it does not excuse you for doing so, without discussing it with me first. I have lost... many of my... sisters. And I could not live with a thought of losing the closest being I have to son. Randgriz... she loves you.'' She tilted his head again, more gently this time. Looking at his bandaged head. Her large hand, almost enough to be able to lift him with firm grip to air. ''We would appreciate the next time, you do something so foolish... to discuss it with us. Or to at least let us know, that you are alive... nephew. There are some of us who...'' Thrud swallowed ''Who care for... such things, little man. Now... how severe are your injuries?'' Her large hand reached for papers, that are located at the end of the bed. Reading through it. ''You are one lucky bastard, you know that?'' She then finally smiled. ''Many would die to these injuries, but you kept going.'' 

''I saw her... aunt Thrud... I saw... Amala.'' Her gaze softened, after she heard those words from him. She knew that it was hallucination before death, as a brain tried to comfort the body in its final moments. Though seeing him surviving, and even killing Beelzebub, she decided to go along. Just for her nephew's sake. ''How was she?'' She gently caressed his maroon hair, before hand rested on his shoulder. Size difference between them was impossible to miss. ''She was... there... she told me to... fight for sake of all.'' she lets out sight, after hearing his words. Tyr was always somewhat... almost obsessed with his red fur cape. But now, it was resting very close to him even in these moments. ''She is proud of you... dear nephew.'' she added a smile to her words. ''You are a bastard... unwanted child by his birthgiver. But you are like a treasure... a present to my younger sister Randgriz. And... you are definitely my favorite nephew.'' She spoke with pride in that statement. Tyr smiled weakly at her words. ''I am your... only nephew.''

Thrud laughed at his words, causing the room to shake.
''See? I told you, that you are my favorite nephew, little man.''