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

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Without conscious effort, Grievous’ stride adjusted as if on reflex to accommodate for the shorter stride of his young companion. He was not the type to necessarily concern himself with the pace of others, but his body seemed to simply react to the unspoken understanding that she belonged directly at his side. With just the two of them it was easy to form this dynamic— neither one particularly interested in dominating the other— although there was no real certainty on how long such peace would last. He is, after all, a man prone to whims and violence; and in the throes of a pack where he vies only for power, he could be downright ruthless.

In theory he could be driven to respect a woman more than himself. But it would be a long and arduous task for any she-wolf, and he certainly wasn’t going to bow to someone that was as young as Thyri, no matter how much he wished to keep her around. He thought about this briefly, one eye rolling to peer down at her as they trotted towards the shaded forest. When he did think, it was far ahead of himself. He wondered what she might look like in her prime— how much stronger and smarter she would be, and how much more fierce. He could relished in the thought that if he played this strategic game well enough, she could one day bear him the finest brood this side of the wilds; but he was digressing.

Thou appeared to be lost in thought before my approach, he mused idly, turning his gaze forward again, even as he subtly confessed to watching her more closely than he ever appeared to. What has so raptly taken thine private attentions?

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