Snowforest Taiga that you'd never break the chain

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The Ancients always had a way of ensuring their signs were heeded. And without much more prompt, the sign became clear, or rather, dark, as an ebony wolfess made her way into their presence. Before Priest could even manage to form the first thought on the woman, she delivered a question that confirmed she was in fact, not a Sahira. 

He naturally stood beside his cousin, a polite gentleman who hid his gangsta until whoever drew the first warning. "It's a Family ordeal. Our home language." He didn't want to let others in on their family business. It could risk their lives should anyone get too close. Especially against someone who seemed naive, like Novae. He didn't want to risk her getting too far now that strangers lurked about. A light dip of crown gave a somewhat consistent greeting to the woman after his punctual response. "Name's Priest. Newcomers, here." If Novae wanted to introduce herself, she was free to do so; he simply gave her her own choice rather than take it away from her.