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She mouthed a silent oh as Raleska explained the relative obvious—of course this was a pack, ha-ha—but it was drawn more from the fact that she stood in the presence of someone in a position of power. Surprising, really, to think that someone more or less around her age would be suited for such a thing. Her siblings were a mixed bag certainly, but Phoebe had never aspired to such greatness.

She hadn't time to dwell on it either—those shrewd moon yellow eyes were on her intently, and Raleska's query had a certain edge to it that almost felt accusatory. Phoebe felt her brow furrow yet again at the foreign title, her ears turning back with a broad note of bewilderment. Maybe it was this sort of forwardness that made leaders.

"Drageda?" She repeated it back, not quite with the finesse the other had. "What's that?"