Emberwood i was born with a knife in one hand and a wound in the other

So Heda was her name and not a title, Menta assumed incorrectly from the other's acknowledgement and fixed it to the face of this dark wolf - a face she still watched respectfully and only out of the sides of her golden eyes. Menta Spezia, she informed her quietly. The name that usually filled her with pride was simply a bland name around here, one of many languages she had encountered.

Heda spoke of Asterr now, and it caused the cream's ears to perk up in both delight and recognition. So she knew Asterr - a first for Menta, who was used to informing wolves both of the existence of Ryūjin and the leadership there. She is well, Menta told her with pride, glad that she could be associated with the other dark wolf. The lone wolf that Heda had met before was gradually settling her mindset back into the context of a pack and was growing in both comfort and pride of her choice.

What is the pack that you and Lagertha belong to? she asked now, caution giving way to curiosity. It seemed innocuous enough, and the inquiry about Asterr filled her with confidence to pose her own question.