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Occasionally, she will run into another wolf of Drageda but most of her time is spent alone. The day has other plans for her, it seems, as a small wolves approaches her along the borders. She smells strongly of Drageda, so she does not have to worry, but she smells equally strong of Heda and the conclusion that this is one of her children is quick to solidify. She knew of the children before arriving in Drageda, back when others had come to her former home with news and messages. The information about the children hadn’t been met with the best of intentions but there is little the wolves of Trigeda can do lest the storm the borders of their coastal claim so very far away. It is a weakness that will get the woman killed and her reign will be over, handing the title to Ajatar. All she has to do is be patient.

Ajatar turns when the chuff is made and she offers her a bit of a snort in response but she remains silent. The child adjusts her posture, seemingly knowing of what her title is despite the newness in her home. She gives her a slight turn of her head, curiously beckoning her closer anyway.