Two Eyes Cenote sixty-third [ap]

A strange thing to think about and much to consider, but she listened intently. Divinity she supposed she understood, wolves of course saw different shades and pieces of the world suited to their own eyes, some saw beyond it and above it to other things. But were not all lineages ancient? For all wolves sprang from the joining of other wolves and those wolves from those before them and those before them, perhaps though the significance of the lineage was what mattered - after all power ebbed and flowed, to keep in pooling in one spot there must be great depths to plumb.

But peace, trade, companionship, bounty. These things Heph understood, cherished herself - Moontide sought much the same for its own pack and its sisters. Love and devotion without question magnified the sins and the ascendence of the ruler, but this one had already gathered so many wolves in peace and prosperity. She could respect that. "Thank you for your insight, in this case I am glad and honored to see her coronation. Peace and trade strengthen not one's own pack but all those around as well." For as much as she hoped to see Moontide's bounty flow to Akashingo she also felt that any trade would benefit them just as much.