Bitterroot Valley mary, mary, quite contrary

As he questioned just who the Heda was, Freyja looked on with a look of disbelief. She could not, and would not, believe that there were wolves of there that did not know who Thuringwethil was. “The Heda is my leader and my mentor,” She explained stiffly, condescendence oozing from her tone as she offered the knowledge. “She’s tough and will kick your butt,” She was sure that Thuringwethil would approve of such harsh words in this instance. After all-- she was defending the Alpha’s honor!

She didn’t know whether or not to trust this wolf. Instead of offering her name in turn of his, she asked him another question. “Who is your Heda?”