Dragoncrest Cliffs now keen eyes are keener

When Blixen asks why, Ajatar’s ears twitch upon her head. The way of life in Drageda is vastly different from Trigeda, she knows that much. But they flourish, without Heda, but knowing they are still there. For years they have not been together and even when Seageda had been around, there was little influence. The need for war is what often brought them together, or an exchange of goods and services when necessary. It is as much the same with Maungeda, she imagines, for she has only ever known Drageda in the far distance. The loyalty to them is not the same and they are brought up differently. Blixen, her own child, isn’t going to think anything of it.

“A commander’s duty is to their wolves. They are the strongest one to hold the Heda’s spirit. Nothing is supposed to cloud their judgment,” she begins, keeping her gaze forward as she walks. “They must choose duty over their emotions.”

She clears her throat as if she is going to speak against, but she hesitates a few seconds, flicking green eyes toward Blixen, but it is subtle and returns quickly. “It is not something anyone can prevent from happening but it usually upsets the rest of the of the wolves to see their commander… distracted. Our teachings prevent us from the idea of having a family. When a fos goufa is born, they are taken away from their birth mother and raised separately. They have no family to offer bias,” she explains. When you shove a wolf without any familial upbringing into a family, the strain is noticeable and decisions become harder to make. Ajatar’s decisions are easily led to and with nothing to distract her. The whole of Drageda, Trigeda, Maungeda, depends on every move the Heda makes regardless of their proximity.

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