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Eset soothingly strokes Racharra’s shoulders with the tips of her fingers, much in the way she did when the girl was a mere chest-high child. “I think the world needs more leaders who are thoughtful and brave, and will listen to the wants of their subjects. And who better to mentor you than Pharaoh Toula. I’d like to see that, someday.”

Still, there was a certain emptiness growing, more bitter than sweet in this limited time they shared. She could think of a hundred things she should say. A maternal figure would comfort a young wolf, wouldn’t she? And yet Eset found she didn’t want to speak false realities to the girl… the girl that felt like her own daughter. It’s never easy to part from someone you love.

“There are going to be days when it’s not fine,” the hesbut speaks plainly, facing to the side so she can speak directly to her now. Would Racharra hate her for it?

“On those days, will you write to me? Legend and Khusobek will send letters between the packs. And when you need me, I’ll do my best to find a way to be there.”