The Sunspire those of the root

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In her homeland, the expression of rank had always been prevalent. Her siblings had frequently pressured her own ranking so when she possessed such a rightful title, she felt inclined to wear it because old habits were hard to leave behind. Although it was not like it was anything lofty here, but certainly above the newcomers still. It suited her purposes and she was pleased to see it regarded. In turn, she dialed it back with a tail not so stiff.

I was hoping to meet a new pack wolf soon, she intoned, as if to justify the look of vague satisfaction in her expression. You have an interesting look about you, she observed and took to motion to circle around the wolf casually so that she may see all angles. It was unlike anything she had seen before. Split right down the center, divided sharply into yin and yang. Do you come from far? the dark female asked.