Dragoncrest Cliffs heavy is the crown and yet she wears it as if it were light as a feather

It is not uncommon to refer to other wolves by title and title only, especially under certain circumstances, especially if a wolf stands on higher ground. Heda and Wocha, obviously, but Eske barely makes the cut. She has a specific job to benefit Drageda and Ajatar doesn’t, not yet anyway, but she still does not bow. She is still the heir, for now.

“I do not know why it has taken so long,” she says, though she wonders if an introduction had been made when she’d been with Heda one day and it slipped the two of them. She doesn’t engage in most conversations when it comes to the pack, only observing for the time being. When she gets the chance, which is few and far between lately, she picks through Heda’s brain and thought process and what it’s like (not as annoying as it sounds). Still, Eske doesn’t know her name and that is enough to cause her eyes to narrow. “I am Ajatar,” she says after a moment with one swish of her tail before it stills and she waits to see what’s in store.

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