There is little for Ajatar to do than to observe. In Trigeda, she had been taught the history of their wolves through the inside and out and she’d taken to it like scripture. When she hadn’t been studying the “books,” so to speak, she trained with the guards and warriors. Most wolves of their own learned how to fight, with a few exceptions, but they worked together to better themselves. She has the desire to learn more than the history of the land but it is her duty to uphold their ways. Observing in Drageda has given her great many advantages but her connections to the wolves have not grown. She has not spent time with anyone in particular, except the few times Étoille has come across her past, but today she follows one she knows well enough only by nose.
Eske is often with Heda, where she is nearby, but their communication has been short if existent at all. She has not gone out of her way to meet with the
Wanlida on her own but she has seen how she works. The few days she spent with Gyda and Gavriel in Sangeda made it easy to determine who their daughter is. When she is in sight sitting near the northern cliffs, Ajatar watches her for a second. The focus on the sea leaves her wondering what the other is thinking and after a moment, she continues walking in the same direction though nothing about her footfalls leave her in disguise.
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Her lack of quiet footsteps catches the others attention and the woman turns her head over her shoulder to peer back. Ajatar doesn’t move any closer while Eske unravels and stretches, and then offers an invitation of greeting to the fos goufa. The pale wolf does not take initiative to approach just yet and remains where she’s stopped several yards away. After a moment, it may seem she’s going to change her mind and turn tail and leave but she licks her lips and steps forward.
“Wanlida,” she speaks, finally, with an odd flick of her tail. Lack of interest in her voice is nothing too common, for she isn’t much of a talker to begin with. Ajatar much prefers to be on the listening and observing end, watching and absorbing everything she can, and Drageda has offered her a good opportunity. Her interactions with outsiders have been few and far between until Drageda and yet she’s here, still, so far tolerating of those that have taken the ranks.
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It is not uncommon to refer to other wolves by title and title only, especially under certain circumstances, especially if a wolf stands on higher ground. Heda and Wocha, obviously, but Eske barely makes the cut. She has a specific job to benefit Drageda and Ajatar doesn’t, not yet anyway, but she still does not bow. She is still the heir, for now.
“I do not know why it has taken so long,” she says, though she wonders if an introduction had been made when she’d been with Heda one day and it slipped the two of them. She doesn’t engage in most conversations when it comes to the pack, only observing for the time being. When she gets the chance, which is few and far between lately, she picks through Heda’s brain and thought process and what it’s like (not as annoying as it sounds). Still, Eske doesn’t know her name and that is enough to cause her eyes to narrow.
“I am Ajatar,” she says after a moment with one swish of her tail before it stills and she waits to see what’s in store.
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