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"Interesting," she mused when Caiaphas finished her explanation. The scryer had never had a run-in with Nordic wolves, but she'd heard tell of their crazy gods. Nothing good could come of fanatical beliefs, she thought. Nevermind that the Nereides had their own fanatical beliefs; it was all in how she was raised. "I trust his impatience for allies means we will not have to deal with him. That is good."

Psamathe knew Aktaie and the Amazon faction could easily handle some wolves from other packs, but she took comfort in the thought that they might be left alone anyway. Strife was never a welcome thing, even if it was easily dealt with. "The Matriarch and I met with a pack before coming here," she softly divulged as she squatted in the shadow of the cliffs to mark their claim more strongly. A sidelong glance invited Caiaphas to do the same. "It was led by a male. His daughter Junior has come to live with us. He called us fanatics." He hadn't worded it that way, of course, but the insult burned Psamathe just as much.

"It is our duty to honour Mother Sea and Mother Moon, because males like he have lost their way and forget their sacred vows to the Nereides. All originated from Themiscrya, homeland of the Nereides and where Mother Sea and Mother Moon are forever powerful, even if their descendants are unaware. This is known."