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She smiles as the familiar face appears; polite, friendly. That is the impression she intends. I have found why these lands call to me. She speaks, the shake of her tail remaining. My father, his scent is carried on the wind.

She turns her head south-west now. I hear his howls, too. He is close. She speaks, eyes glancing back to Solharr. I'd like to go see him. I become a woman soon, and I need his blessing if I want to take a mate. Such things weren't too important to her, but she speaks with such genuine words that one would never know. It's part of my family's traditions. They are very important to me.

Tradition had never been something she wished to bother with, though some of the stories of what happened to those who strayed did scare her.

She would make the trip whether to gain her father's blessing or to tear his heart from his chest. It was needed for her to be satisfied.