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The Sovereign's face gave away nothing as she took in Towhee's offer. The mercenary shifted her weight, still feeling regret for waking Wraen for this. It would be much more ideal for the leader to be fully awake for this particular conversation. Towhee bit back a sigh but gave herself a solid inward kick.

When Wraen spoke, she mentioned Wildfire's original vision for the pack. Towhee's brow furrowed a little. She understood why her sister would adopt such an approach, if only to put a fresher perspective on the inevitable: wolves came and went. Most left eventually. Her stomach tightened as she thought of everyone who'd ever left her, for one reason or another. Would treating it lightly make it somehow hurt less?

"Thing is," she began thoughtfully after a few moments of ponderous silence, "I don't have any plans. I don't intend to take a mate or have children." She was still pretty certain she couldn't, though that felt like oversharing at the moment. "So my life is dedicated to my pack. Sure, I didn't choose to come here." Ideally, she would've lived out her days in Asterism Grove. Alas... "But I do choose to stay. And as long as I have a choice in the matter, I won't be going anywhere."