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The rains could not drown out what she saw in him; what she felt on the mountain standing before him was resolute. He had a purpose, and though she could not promise it was aligned with her own she knew that somehow, someway she had been called to the Spire and thus to him. Neither wolf had relaxed in the presence of the other, both assessing, both demanding knowledge of one another and of their beliefs - testing the ways that they aligned and the ways they were opposed. It was nature, but then, there was a step beyond that that boasted her Northern Pride as well. 

"You would be wise to test them. The Gods will, even if you were lax, they will supply the proper rituals and demand their sacrifices." Eshe presented this almost as a tease, a coy statement that boasted her own ideals and understandings. The Palisades had not dealt in sacrifice - they had rarely needed to. The blood was claimed and taken in the battle fields. "It would serve you well to be pretentious - after all, one does not fulfill a destiny by being idle." The FeralHeart does not think him the type to be lazy; at least not at her first impressions of him. 

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