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While Indra's questions are warranted, increasingly Poet feels embarrassed by them. Her perceptions of pack structure outside of her temple may be... skewed, somewhat. She looks away, hiding her feelings, although sheepishness comes through clear in her tones: "er, secular in nature, with a hierarchy headed by alpha-leadership." Her understanding of this sort of pack comes from snippets of conversation, brief discussions with the temple's visitors.. but perhaps it is less common than she believes. Or perhaps it is simply rude to try and generalise a pack into a schema of traditional or not. "At the temple, I served a very specific purpose that I am, er, still finding a way to replace... does that make sense?" Poet's voice wavers uncertainly, hoping she has not inadvertently offended Indra with her fumbling.