Lost Creek Hollow unicorn tapestries

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Flecha raised a brow slightly at the wolf who came to attend at the border, but she kept her thoughts to herself for now.  Her god would not be served by enemies.  Yet this was no warrior who watched their claim’s flanks.

She had delivered no threat in her call - perhaps they had taken her at her word. It would be safer to assume them naive than no threat whatsoever.  She noted this.

I am Flecha, Holcan to the Ajaw.  I wish to know about your claim and the ones that lead you.  She stated, dipping her head slightly in a formal manner, yet never taking her eyes from the woman.  She would give respect, but her deference belong to one only.