Swiftcurrent Creek Walking In The Air

Kaskara never knew how wolves understood her background, or if they judged her more harshly for it. Waging war was simply a matter of life where she came from, especially being the daughter of Marcus Aurelius Gladius. He was a general first and foremost, a husband second, and a father third. Kaskara was glad she had been taught discipline and logic at his feet, and later, when she was older, the art of warfare as well.

Luka seemed happy enough to take her background in stride, and she waited for him to judge her, though he never did. Perhaps he had been raised in a similar fashion: listen, but do not judge. Judgments were meted out only when a wolf showed their true colors. Otherwise, every wolf was treated equal and trustworthy until proven different. "My brother is Scimitar," she said with a smile. "He is the one I found here, though recently Estoc and Saber have joined as well. They are my brothers, too."