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The she-wolf was placid as their brief moment of understanding was absolved, though she did feel a sting of regret at being, well, so herself in a place that was certainly not at all her own. Tir was grounded in tradition; it was not something she would allow herself to ignore, even if it did have the potential of changing the Drageda's perception of her. No, this was important. Thuringwethil could not just promote splita to the Hedonakru. Tir withheld a growl. She could be the one to bridge the gap between those of Seageda, and the strangers—she stopped herself, and swallowed again, feeling suddenly and immensely guilty. This was not her home, she was not Heda, and poor Portia was undeserving of her opinions and scorn. This was not proper Shouna behavior.

When she turned her head to Portia once more, she caught sight of the narrowed gaze and knew the avenues she'd opened between them were now on uncertain ground. She'd missed the special emphasis the dusk-kissed woman had put on Dio's name; if she had, it wouldn't have changed her reaction. Tirgatao frowned and she knit her brows together, "I imagine so if they have survived this long." she replied, gently testing the waters with each carefully chosen word. Tir said, curling her tail around her hindquarters. "I respect your faith in them."