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

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Thyri realizes, with a swiftness befitting the strike of a king cobra that she has riled him. She meets his gaze full of mock suspicion as he turns to her, a curl to his upper lip. She speaks logically, believing that others as tenacious as her would have the compulsion to do it. Not that she suspects the Shadewood is any immediate danger of being snatched. Thyri suspects that rising a pack from nothing was no simple task and most might deviate towards the easier route: taking up residence where wolves are already established. If she seeks out what is already established she can feel it will be with no real intention to stay. The sylph would use it to gather intel, she thinks. For what purpose she does not know. Perhaps simply because knowledge is power. A empire cannot be raised over night, though, she thinks with a terse tighten to her lips. The two of them were not enough to protect a single territory and without subjects there was nothing to rule.

His anger melts away as she beguiles him to show her his Shadewood with an eager spark to her gaze that is far from artificial. His fixation with the territory is another puzzle piece she can put together in her desire to solve him, to discover who he is as if it might explain her intrigue and the gravitational pull she feels to him. The sylph lets out a small noise of affection as he nibbles shortly at the tip of her ear. She is careful not to fall to step behind him, keeping pace at his shoulder as he guides the short way to the Shadewood at the very cusp of the river’s opposite bank; ardent to explore the territory that has bewitched him and inquisitive as to whether it will hold a similar appeal to her.

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