Baltimore, the Princess of the Kingdom, is Strider’s youngest daughter and the one he remained in contact with. The pair, after a very rocky start to their relationship, live in Jormungadr, in a rocky cave-like structure of Stormkollr no Felvarg has discovered.
Growing up with actual tons of rock above her was not the easiest. She knew of her father's odd behaviors, how he was aggressive and reclusive. She thought as a young pup that Strider would come around to the idea of her being around. He did not. He grew more distant and cold with her until she became a young adult.
During her puphood, she struggled with undiagnosed depression, which led her to be equally aggressive and reactive towards her father, along with self-isolation. Baltimore would spend most of her puphood above ground, staring down towards the village lights. Strider had found her here many nights and she would refuse to open up on her feelings. When Strider would speak to her, she refused to answer him and that seemed to drive a wedge between them.
The scent of Strider would send her into a fury, destroying everything and the one Felvarg she was alone with. Acts of rebellion occurred often, she would typically spend most of her days above ground and in Ulfrheim, as far away from her father as she could physically muster. Eventually, she boarded a ship bound across Hongerige to Ulfrheim, where she planted her paws and never looked back.
After she left Stormkollr, Baltimore began to find peace. She was happier and smiled more. She briefly worked alongside a small pack. She was a strong asset to any pack that would have her, using powerful muscles to dig up dirt, rocks, and stones.
Young adulthood brought her back to Jormungadr and, eventually, to Stormkollr. Baltimore knew time did not heal all wounds but the ones she caused her father were enough for her to return to him.
When she arrived to the Kingdom, the largest cavern remained practically the same, torches flickered and burned along the cold stone walls. Strider’s scent was faint in this cavern. He either was not here anymore or never spent time here. Calling for him, her voice bounced off the walls, echoing down the tunnels that lined the wall. When he did appear out of his cavern and tunnel, he looked thin with ribs printing through his coat, his fur lost its shine, and his muzzle was grizzled. Baltimore almost did not recognize the Felvarg that stood before her.
She called his name and his eyes, dull with age and heartbreak, did not meet hers. He asked if she was real or a figment of his own twisted thoughts. She confirmed she was real, pain caught in her throat. Baltimore was not sure if he would take her back, after all, she did leave with no explanation or care about him. She watched intently as his shoulders sagged in the torch light. He welcomed her back with open paws and showed her to her own cavern.
Small and quaint, it still had items from her puphood. The old teddy bear sagged against a wall, an eye and ear were missing. The moss nest was nothing more than the stick and branch frame that was designed for her. Old bones she played with had long since been reclaimed by the cave. The cavern did not smell of her or him. Baltimore didn't ask if Strider spent time here, as he did not say anything.
