flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
After having said what she’d needed to say to her cousin, the woman fell silent, watching and waiting. She didn’t expect further words to come from her cousin because they’d both already said everything that needed to be said that couldn’t be said without words. There were just things that sometimes could only be spoken with words, just as there were things that could easily be spoken without words. Aguta had learned long ago within the Tartok family that words weren’t always necessary but that when words did have to be spoken, they weren’t to be taken lightly. This was clearly one of those times and, luckily, it seemed to be working out for the best. This was obviously a good thing because Tartok, as a whole, meant everything to Aguta.
When she stepped forward, bringing her nearer to her cousin, it was not done to show dominance nor an aggressive movement and she hoped that Tonravik would know that. When her cousin lifted her head a bit, Aguta lowered hers some, but not so much as to show that she was the weakest link or something. She only lowered it just enough to be slightly lower than Tonravik’s. Aguta was not going to settle for being below anyone but her cousin and would very much do whatever it took to make sure that not only Tonravik knew that, but everyone else as well. She’d come too far with her life to be made to revert to being low wolf on the totem pole, that much was certain.
Her cousin closed the remaining distance between them and Aguta readily accepted the pressing of their chests, accepting the silent vow from her cousin. To show that she accepted it all, Aguta slid her muzzle against the underside of Tonravik’s, touching her nose to the side of the younger female’s neck. Nor will I, she silently vowed in return. Bringing her head back, Aguta allowed herself to offer an affectionate gesture to her cousin by briefly licking the side of the other female’s muzzle. Her tail swayed slowly behind her, still slightly lifted but not at all higher than Tonravik’s.