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Tir inhales sharply—she whips her head around and regards Heda with wide eyes. Her mouth falls slightly ajar, but she shuts it almost immediately. "Heda, I--" she blinks and looks towards the sea, but her eyes dart left and right as she attempts to reason with her surprise. She had expected that someday she might have been asked to serve as a Fleimkepa, but not here—not anytime soon. But here she was, seated beside the one soul who could make it possible. The one wolf who she would serve without question or fear. 

She bowed her head, "Of course." She replied humbly. Tirgatao knew what had to be done now, and it would be a long road to earn the love and trust of the Drageda, not to mention the absolute trust of Thuringwethil. But she would because Heda wished it.