Northstar Vale i am speechless

Raheerah. Her guardian. She blinks, and is blunt to Dawa. Although she does not know her very well, she knows that no one must be very honest with her to lead her to believe she could truly independently lead. You ought to learn some self-defense. If you wanted, I could help... she offers, falters for a minute, then thinks. Some. I do not disagree that Raheerah would do as you say, given that she knew him better than Anemone herself did, But you might be dead by the time he avenges you. You are our leader, she encourages, wondering if one could instill will. It was her first duty, it would seem, as an adviser. But this was all she could do: advise. your longevity is required. The death of a leader was hardly the ruin of any pack, but it would seem it was a requirement within this one given Raheerah would destroy any challenger. Then Dawa must be strong. Or the pack would crumble beneath the foundation of her frail weight.

Dawa again expressed her hunger, and Anemone's nostrils flared. Will you come with me? she queries, taking a step to the side to give Dawa further room to rise (although she had more than enough). The gentle snowfall seemed to mute all other sounds around them, and their warm breath filled the chilled air.