Silver Moraine chain hits my chest

She nodded at Thuringwethil's initial response, believing that to be that; they would go their separate ways, and Magpie would seek out this Phoenix Maplewood and hope that her terms would be more acceptable there. If it did not work out, then... Well, the Corvidae had no intention to join a pack simply to die at its teeth if the winds changed and she chose another life. Better to die now, this winter, and with her freedom. Magpie began to turn, feeling that there was nothing more to be negotiate, but halted and looked curiously at the other as she continued.

For a moment, the Corvidae said nothing and simply considered the proposal. It was fair enough, though she didn't like the thought of being unable to leave at her own volition— while she would pay back her debts, it was clear there would be negotiating. It would rely on the subjective decision of the young wolf before here. As for Drageda never leaving her... well, neither would the Corvidae. She couldn't suppose what Thuringwethil truly meant by that.

"And why should I choose the Sleeping Dragon over the Phoenix?" she finally questioned, though the offer presented had stayed her for now. What could Drageda offer that would be worth her indentured servitude?