Gyrfalcon's Keep nine phantom dragons

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Her only pack had been family, but their family was not.. what she assumed was entirely typical. Even to this day she still could not claim to understand the unspoken depths of what it was her sire and dam truly shared. Secretive as they were, all Ame knew was that their combined methods of leadership to balance one another out was strong and effective. It was not anything she ever saw replicated (even in small part) here.

You did not answer my question, she chuffed, reminding of it then. Ame was not all answers in exchange for nothing and admittedly, she was curious about what drew this wolf to the Ridge in the beginning. She could remember when the Ridge was just freshly formed. It had been around that time that she had met Akhlut.

It is difficult to explain, she began, for much of it went by just what she felt deep, deep in her bones. I seek a balance of many things: freedom, camaraderie, strength worth bowing to.. among other things. None have met this, in full..