Duskfire Glacier sorrow by name and sorrow by nature

Gavriel found relief in her words that he had not encroached too close to claimed land. He’d always been used to space between one land or another, making it easy he might not recognize the woman standing in front of him. His relations to neighboring packs were limited to those only of his clan. The diplomats and leaders dealt with the neighbors and he was only there as brute force in their army.

However, when she spoke her name, his ears immediately lifted upon his head with a new eagerness. Her face he didn’t know and Gavriel wasn’t that high up on the hierarchy to warrant being anyone important, to being someone Odinn Cove’s (former?) leader. Confusion streaked across his face, Gavriel tilted his head a little to the side. The relationship between his younger sister and the former queen was lost to him.

“Gavriel kom Seakru,” he said; a test, perhaps. If it wasn’t not the woman standing in front of him, she’d likely not understand the full extent of his words.