flesh of the servant, willingly sacrificed
you will revive your master
blood of the enemy, forcibly taken
[size=3]you will resurrect your foe[/size]
From her perch upon the ledge, she could see him clearly. Though she did not know him, had not officially met him, she knew his name. Being of the rank she was, the Gamma made it a point to make sure she knew the names of those beneath her, especially since she was fully aware that she could easily be challenged, and possibly unseated, at any given moment. Holding her rank was important to her. It was a rank that she’d not even been close to reaching while she’d faithfully followed her Aunt Siku. It was disheartening, of course, but this was a new place, a new start, a new life even if it was still Tartok.
He woofed a greeting to her, and she gave a visible nod as she lifted her tail, though not nearly as high as her cousin held hers. She would display her rank, giving it no second thought, though she didn’t really give it a first thought either. It was instinct that had her doing such a thing, instinct that she’d learned during her years following her Aunt. There was a lot that she learned during those years of following her Aunt, and she carried those learnings into this new place. The scarred woman was a beast of a woman, a force not so easily reckoned with, but she also knew her limits.
After a few passing moments, the Gamma finally issued her own woof. Her voice was just as powerful as her appearance. Motioning with her muzzle, she gestured for him to come up to where she was, granting him permission to approach in a sense.