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Heda, of course, responds with her own terms of this proposal. What she does not expect is the demand that the Nereides inform them of any large movements. Surprise rockets down her spine and settles uneasily in her gut, but she is able to keep it from reflecting on her expression. Was Drageda expected to police them, now? And, if so, did they have the wolves to spare? The sea wolves were an elusive bunch, and Tirgatao could not imagine them having any sort of desires beyond what their Matriarch had already stated. She wondered what thought drew Thuringwethil to the conclusion that such a stipulation needed to be included.

But, if the Matriarch is shaken, she doesn't show it. At least not to those unfamilar with her. Tirgatao watches her openly for any sign that she might disrupt the tenuous peace, but the only indication of any anger is the subtle tightening of the muscles around her eyes before she turns to look at the sisters nearest her. Tirgatao exhales slowly, sends a sidelong glance towards her leaders, and wonders what's going through their heads.

When Akantha faces them again she is calmer, and verbally agrees to the terms. The truce is all but official now and Tirgatao manages to withhold a sigh of relief until the final word from Heda.