Sun Mote Copse yellow ranger

ragna reached out to her; eshamun without thought sat and gathered the woman close, preening along her pearled ears gently. she felt the strength of the shieldmaiden's body, the litheness beneath the plush of her coat. molech had guided her steps? they had even a word for ragna's status, one not only respected but revered by the canaanites. 

"kurgarru," eshamun murmured. "one who is both. molech gave us this word, and so i have given it to you. kurgarru are sacred to us; they walk between worlds. they are not constrained by worldly mores. consider that we may very well be the only pack who understands who you are, ragna; consider that for this reason, molech guided you here. not to be feared, nor forced into one mold or another, but rather to be free."