A few days passed, and a change of scenery came. The place where Myr and her mom were staying till then was a nursery/ hospital of sorts. After Myr's mom had gotten enough rest, they moved to their actual home.

During this time, Myr learned a few things.

First and foremost, she wasn't ok. Almost a day after she was born a constant migraine assaulted her even till after they moved. The village medic tried to look into it but found nothing, because of this, they sent someone out to look for an apothecary in a neighboring village ('whatever that may be').

From this ordeal she also learned that all that smack talk from Bell wasn't just bark, Myr's family was made up of important people. So far, she found out that her dad is a famous warrior that's fighting in the front lines, although there might be a bit more to that story, and she noticed that Bell was only one of very few wolf people? That lived in the village, most where human. What made it even more odd was the amount of respect that the other wolf people had for Bell, and how quickly everyone moved when she said something was wrong with Myr.

While Myr was on her way to her new home she noticed that the nursery/hospital was the biggest and sturdiest building in the village. Most houses were crude and didn't seem to provide much more than coverage from the wind and snow. She also noticed that through the space between the small houses a relatively short wall that surrounded the village could be seen. The whole village didn't seem like much of a village and more like a base of operations. In the short while that Myr was able to see, there weren't any children running or playing around. All the children she saw were of the older kind, about 7 years and up she thought, and were training harshly in a large clearing near the wall. There also didn't seem to be many girls among that group.

Myr frowned at the thought that she might be forced to live as a bride and nothing else, like in the old stories of her previous world. But for now there was nothing that could be done, so she put the thought aside and continued with her work.

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Work? Work for a baby? Well yes. A few weeks have passed since the move and Myr, being smarter than your average baby, trained constantly to gain better control over her body, since she was still working with a baby's brain. That tended to make her question how she could think and reason like an adult, but for now it was just another mystery to add to the list.

For now, she simply busied herself exploring the slightly bigger than average home and fiddling with her hands as a break when she got tired. While she thought it was odd that she was able to crawl after just a bit over two months, the nonchalant reaction of her mother made her think that it might just be normal for their species.

'Sheesh, if it weren't for how tired this headache makes me I'd probably be able to walk in another two or three weeks... but I guess I'll have to deal with this slow shuffle I call a crawl before I can even think about walking.'

She wanted to be strong as quickly as possible. Apart from simply enjoying doing exercise a lot, Myr had made some assumptions based on what little she knew that made strength seem like a great thing to have. Based on the time period that it seems to be, the fact that they have kids training so young and that she hadn't seen any girls training, it was likely that women had a more grounded role in society and she would be expected to live as such.

This was a big no for Myr. She still remembered the promise she made to herself as she drew her last breaths before. To live as she pleased. And being forced into living plainly under servitude of a husband was not it. This was a world that was fully foreign to her... or her to it, if not proven by her own species, and there was no way she'd be tied down and unable to explore as much as she can.

So how would she fix that problem if that really was the case? Simple, she'd join the army.