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The cave seemed infinite before them. Suddenly Zsuzsa lost interest in exploring further. She was eager to get back to territory borders, to her new home. There was a newfound purpose in her life now and she wanted to get a head start on learning everything about the territory like the back of her paw. ”What say we turn around? I am eager to see our home.” Home wasn’t muttered on her maw for many moons, and the mentioning felt good to say again. "And more of you in the moonlight." She suggested as they have been conversing through the dark. She was also eager to see her leader in the light finally. 
 
The grand male had a grand rank to go along with his disposition, the Grandmaster. Now knowing him by his true designation as Kynareth Deagon, Zsuzsa would keep the Akita label for use in future banter. There was a bit of pride knowing she was recruited by the Grandmaster himself of the pack. She vowed to herself she would not disappoint in her allegiance and commitment to himself and the Saints. ”You can call me by Zsuzsa. Previously of the Or’ard Weald south of these Wilds, but they are no more to me.” Firm in her conviction of letting her prior faithfulness go, she was a Saint now, through and through.