Duskfire Glacier queen's court

truly, a breathtaking palace for such a noble queen. imeut remarked as she introduced her lands with such pride, such fantastic mannerisms. he knew quite well the cougar could strike him down with a single blow if but she only felt as if he did not appreciate her gloriousness. in fact, he'd felt it before; what more king - or queen- ly than that? they were kindred spirits in his eyes.

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he took her invitation, willing to walk wherever it may lead. after all... he was foreign, and he did not want to spark anger in her by declining. entertain her, he would with tales of his homeland. the land of vishka-rektr is large enough that it takes multiple days to get to the edges in every direction. patrols are permanently nomadic just to mark it, claimed as subordinate packs within the greater kingdom. the scale not unlike your own, surely. he jested, before continuing. we have many rites. the first is performed the first rainfall after our birth; a batch of mud made with rainwater is prepared for our mother, and our father is given a batch of his finest kill's blood- together they dip paw into each respective vessel, and draw markings along the litter. these mark us to our ancestors as vishkain, and will allow our spirits to find each other when we return to the earth. 

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imeut had more, of course. but he suspected la reine may question, as cougar custom surely differed from his own.