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"Mmm." Tir hummed in response to Portia's explaination as a smile pulled at the edges of her inky lips. It was honorable; something the Seageda wolf could respect even if she was still inherently suspect of outsiders. The dusk-licked she-wolf's lengthy devotion to Drageda was proof enough that there was merit in the wolves Heda had brought beneath their banner; it soothed her ire at the disruption to the status-quo. Perhaps there was reason to be confident in the future of Drageda.

Her ears shifted back to a more relaxed posture as they fell into a comfortable pace of conversation. "Indeed, Seageda. Though they are reformed under Trigeda now." Tir explained with a slight leeward tilt of her head. "When Gavriel and his mate, Gyda, returned they spoke of Drageda and how the Heda had overcome many obstacles since forming the clan. My place among Trigeda was stagnating, though my devotion remains unchanged." She explains. "I wanted to explore more of what my path could offer me, and so I came here to learn."

"As I understand it, things are not so traditional here."