Golden Glade rocky training montage

She felt Atoztli’s presence behind her—a quiet, steady force that carried with it a weight of conviction. It was not the blind faith of a follower but the tempered resolve of an equal. Mictec allowed herself a fleeting glance over her shoulder, meeting Atoztli’s gaze with the faintest tilt of her head.

Tlacuilo. Lleva ese título con fe ciega. Nos servirá bien.

A fitting title and another soul saved. Without waiting for a reply, Mictec pressed onward, her marigold eyes fixed on the pack's claim. The silence between them spoke louder than words—a pact forged not by ceremony, but by shared purpose and unyielding will.

officially welcomed!