Bramblepoint behind her tired eyes

his assumptions are perfectly fine ♥

sha, praimfaya breathes in trig and then offers the common translation a small breath afterwords. yes. we have lain claim to the fen just south of here. she tells him motioning in broken antler fen's direction with a gesture of her muzzle. correct. wanheda translates to commander of death from my native tongue to common and the commander is the alpha, it is the easiest way to translate it to common even if she doesn't like the way 'alpha' sounds rolling off her tongue. shouna translates to advisor. they are the ...beta. baised as she was, she much preferred trig to the typical greek-based rank system.

yes. praimfaya responds again, a small imperious lift of her chin given. i will be wanheda when i am old enough and when my klikalida, dacio, feels i am ready. for now i am roangeda's worlida. she both confirms and explains. to her, of course, it all makes sense but she understands how, to an outsider, it could be confusing. admittedly, she is a bit spoilt by henwen and ingram's easy acceptance of things; even though she does not see this man's questions — aleks, he introduces himself as — as a bad thing.

having confirmed and explained things as he's asked them, praimfaya falls silent once more allowing for more questions if he has any.