Two Rivers Isle i am she who betrays blood for a little bit of kingdom

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Her question spurred in him an indescribable heat; his lip curling to express a distaste with the negative prospect she had given him. He was reminded of his present inferiority, and the fact that one wolf, even two, would never be enough to hold any sort of a decent territory— let alone a decent life— without the strength of numbers behind them. It was then, with belated irritation, that he realized she’d learned on her own— and very quickly, mind you— how to rile him without the whisper of a challenge on her lips. He faced her almost sharply, narrowing his eyes on her in mock suspicion as he left her rhetoric to the wind and sheathed his grimace in an effort to seem unaffected once more.

Thyri proves then that not only does she have the guile to send him spiraling into an angry trench, she has the strength and wherewithal to pull him out again; asking him to show her what plagues him with such vigor. Grievous fixated on her, as he tended to do to things he thought to appreciate, and the lanterns behind his terribly deep eyes seemed to light up as she expressed interest in his visiting his fantasia. His exhaustionAlways speaking with unhurried deliberance, he leaned forward first to bestow upon her a more affectionate nibble at her pointed ear, before telling her to come with me, wildheart.

He turned, with the girl-queen at his side, and descended with her towards the forest on the warming horizon.

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