A quiet storm brews beneath the machinery and fur of this massive female, her eyes far more intelligent than one could comprehend, mind as clear as a day. Despite the barren world Valhalla lives in, she is not afraid to walk under the scorching sun or breathe in the dusty air around her. She is a presence and regardless of what many may think of her, she is fair and she is sincere. Yet, should danger arise and oppose her or those at her side, those she values, the machinery gracing her chest will come to life and Valhalla will eradicate any and all threats. For many, she is a soft rain coming down onto the parched lands, spring waking after years of sleep. Her mind reels . Not like a human's, not like an animal's. Her mind empowered to wonder, to question, to hope. And despite the dirt crusting on her fur, Valhalla is nothing short of alive.