King Elk Forest I got this shit on lock

"You will have to learn our ways and culture. Especially about the High Elk; or else no Deorwine would accept you." Célnes glanced at Wren, and knew Cenric told her nothing about it. Neither does she, in normal situations. It was the whole to simply let them learn slowly and ingrain the thoughts to them about it, rather then straight-up showing 'hey we are racist,' and letting them flee into the wilds. Knowing the wolves themselves were a friendly group, just customs were different, would make it harder to leave.

"Repent." She whispered, perhaps too low for the rest to hear.

"Within spring time we have a ritual to accept those not of our own blood. It is to ensure the High Elk accepts them.. Wren will have to go through it, and so will Germanicus my guard. It is the way our family goes to who belongs with us." Though the King, had no worries for when spring is to come.. She held her own plans on the matter, especially since the fruit will start to grow and fall by the time the trial will come.

Then she turned to the both of them, indicating to her guard as well to follow through, "If you wish to join us, follow me."

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