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yes, of course, deirdre nodded in understanding, having confirmed to him before that this was the exchange she wished for. her tail waved behind her, and deirdre hummed, speak with them, and let me know what it is they think of this, deirdre smiled warmly, having no qualms in aiding arturo and his kin. the additional protection meant much to the sanctuary pack--it would further keep it its own entity.

ah, the pale queen responded. she herself could not fight, though she did wish to learn--she, as the head of donnelaith, ought to know how to protect it. her father had killed for her; would she ever kill for donnelaith? her soft heart could hardly fathom it, and she found herself looking away. i have never seen war, deirdre told him, and i hope that i never will, her eyes panned toward him. hopefully, donnelaith's protectors would keep the place untouched by such things! if deirdre saw a war begin, she would seek only to end it.