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She hears the first call, directed specifically for Heda. Her ears cup forward and she drops what she’s doing and begins to trek in that direction. She does not rush, making it easy for someone else to reach the stranger before she gets there, but she is curious. Drageda is not as old as the other branches of the back but a name has been made in some of these parts, from what she’s gathered, but it is curious for her still. Perhaps a wolf from Trigeda, or one of the others, and so she closes the distance as she turns her gait into an easy trot.

When the second howl goes up her speed increases. She doesn’t know the new wolves, or whether or not they have the proper etiquette to greet one of their own, and by the time she reaches the borders she notes Seri’s presence first, and just beyond, Seregrýn.

Ajatar slows to a stop, having not seen the wolf in a long time, but she hides the surprise that threatens to break her features. She doesn’t speak right away, her gait slowly to a smooth walk and daring approach. Her head lifts, tail sweeping over her spine, as she scans over the former fos goufa with a scrutinizing lift of her brow. After a moment, recollecting what she’s put Trigeda through all this time, she surges forward and chases the woman off. She is no heir to Drageda.