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Reneian Empire. Never before had she heard the name, the pack unknown—but something told her to remember it, to cling to the name and not let it slip from her memories. Another retreating step followed thereafter, her unease growing with each second that passed, hackles gradually rising.

More words were spoken, condescending and unsettling—then an offer; although she did not fully comprehend the weight of his words right then and there, she felt her stomach twist and clench uncomfortably. Only when he made his move, slinking around to her backside, did everything finally click. And at first, her body went rigid and she found herself frozen, processing the realisation. But before he could truly do anything, Yama whipped around to face him, ears pinned and lips pulled back to flash her teeth, warning.

Perhaps something had finally snapped within the poor girl’s mind, the result of the mental and emotional burdens she carried—or, perhaps, she was merely an Ostrega reacting as they do.