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Norah's answers were starting to beef up a bit, and it gave Opalia more to consider as well. In what she said, though, she found she could not disagree and nodded a slow, thoughtful bob. Best to expect the unexpected, she added, on all accounts, in any way, or shape even. Always. Though her lifespan was still just a mere blink, the Drakru felt wizened enough to believe such flexibility for the curves life could deal was key to survive.

As for their judgement, she supposed. It had worked well for them so far, and the fact that they had kept the claim all these years appealed to her need for something steady. Too many packs came and went, or lacked the leadership with a backbone of Opalia's caliber... My birthplace was a jagged cliffside over the sea, I guess I grew up used to.. rougher landscapes, she said, thinking that she did not feel insignificant in the shadow of the mountain, but an appeal in its vicious teeth reaching to the clouds. And at least this mountain had forests too, though probably not in the same sense that Norah spoke about. In practice, Drageda was not that much different from here. We followed a commander, the skilled gained favor, and we trained young. We had different names and titles for things, a language too, but it felt a lot like this in some ways. Opalia imparted in a very general sense. So were you born in a forest? Or just fond of them? she asked back.