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It was Arunki'ra that moved, her head tipped back to howl. At first the song was unsure, but soon it became a thing of power, a near entity of its own. Ragna threw her head back, throwing her own voice into the song. There was might behind her alto, her howls long and pitched into the trees and off of the mountains. These were now her people, the Malkaria. Their claim was strong, though their numbers were few.