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rodyn and his hoarding

ippiksaut paused in her mixing, the smooth stone held still beneath her paw as his words settled over her. queens. the notion tugged at her curiosity like a loose thread.

royalty, she echoed softly, mismatched eyes lifting toward him. i have never seen such a thing with my own eyes. in the seaice villages, we have leaders… mothers… hunters. but crowns and courts? her head tilted slightly. that is new to me.

she dipped her paw once more into the salve, but her gaze stayed fixed on him, intent.

tell me of them, rodyn. these queens. a faint, almost playful pinch touched her voice. what makes a wolf a queen? is it birth? is it deeds?

her mouth curved into a small, fascinated smile.

or is it simply the way others look at her?

she brushed a streak of salve into the bowl, thoughtful. where i come from, a woman who can guide her people is already something like a queen. but you speak of ones with pretty things and strange customs.

another gentle look.

i would hear more. you have walked farther than i ever have… your stories stretch beyond the snow.