Blackwater Islands over the waves peaceful at night

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Aztec watches as the older woman’s smile grows and she feels some of the tension release in her shoulders upon the hope that she has, in some way, pleased the Matriarch. She listens as Akantha divulges her and tells her about the pack. Aztec takes her time to consider it. She recognizes that it is fairly monumental. She would not just be pledging herself to a pack but also devoting herself to their lifestyle. While it had it’s similarities to the society she had grew up within it is also very different and she does not make the choice lightly. Her ears smooth back to rest atop her skull at half mast as she contemplates it. It is unlikely she will return to Coatl’s Rise and there are enough similarities for her to go into the new lifestyle feeling (semi) confident. “I will join you and yours, Matriarch,” Aztec speaks with a sage nod of her head before her ears smooth flush with her skull and she offers a sheepish little grin. “If-if you’ll have me, of course.” Aztec adds a moment later. She is a curious little lamb and easily intrigued by what vague descriptions Akantha has offered her, desiring to learn more.

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