Dragoncrest Cliffs waiting for the 7.18

“I will be the next Heda when she dies, assuming another is not born,” she explains, studying his stoic features for a brief pause. That is the easiest way to put it, she supposes, but that tells them how they do things and not why and this is what Ajatar has studied, this is the whole purpose. “The commander’s spirit will find the next vessel and destroy those that are not suitable, and she will live on in the next wolf to hold the title. It has traveled over generations, since the beginning of our kind, to keep us prosperous,” she explains. It does not mean they go without hardships, for they are tests to the vessel to make the right decisions, but those mistakes are learned and taught over generations from one to the next. The same mistakes Thuringwethil makes—has made, is making—will not be repeated but she can’t do anything about it but trust the good comes out of it and the commanders are guiding her through this.

It takes a pause to continue, deciding where to lead into without losing him too much. It takes time to learn, time to grow faith, but she hopes he’ll see it as they do, too. “I have been training since I was born, basically. One has to be born the only child of the litter, someone whole, to withstand the spirit,” she adds, licking her lips. There had been one wolf to meet an unfortunate fate but that is for another time. One her flicks back, but they reunite and cup forward. “We have a very strict upbringing. We do not even know our families, nor…” she pauses, realizing the territory she just stepped in, “are we supposed to have them.”

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