Arrow Lake we are made of flesh

his smile was grisly and every instinct in her body tells her not to trust him. she was weary of tripas as it was ...and distrust was something that blodreina drills into her repeatedly; but praimfaya was more diplomatic than her prickly mother and not so quick to distrust. perhaps it was youth or nativity or confidence built around how blodreina places her upon a pedestal. she believes that her bloodright as wanheda will always be her armor, her shield and her sword ...and perhaps it might be one day but that day was not today nor for many days to come yet.

his interest in whether diaspora was a familial pack or not does not, admittedly, raise alarm bells. it was a fair question, all in all. outsiders would likely not seek to join packs that consist of nothing but blood nor, likely, would they be welcome. no, she responds cooly. but that does not mean we are not wonkru, she thinks to herself. should i call for my general? she inquires, her turn to test him now.