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The two Sagtannet wolves stood down, and it appeared the third had disappeared at some point as well. In this sense, Rosalyn and Kaertok had won this small battle to keep the peace. The Tartok was smart enough to know this was not the end of a potential war, though. That would come later if it was to come at all. For stupid reasons, no less. Rosalyn's words rang true to him as well, and Kaertok was glad to once again be living among those who spoke on the same level.

He had missed Raleska, but he had also missed Rusalka.

The tumultuous leadership had been his main qualm with the place, and Kaertok knew now that Rosalyn (and by extension, Erzulie) were unlikely to be challenged. And even if that happened, Kaertok had a feeling that they held the pack in their grip. Any winning challenger was more like to be ousted from the pack than followed. Little did he know that scenario had played out shortly before his arrival.

Kaertok glanced over his shoulder one more time, ensuring that the strangers here did not seek to start anything now. Rosalyn had paused as well, and the white bear gave her an affirmative nod. He approved of her actions and words.