Doppelgänger

The awe of the girl was appreciated by the Amazon Queen, whom would never consider herself anything less than she was, even though she was parted from her beloved Rise for the moment. Quetzalcoatl watched as the girl seemed to lower her stance a bit, not in full submission but it was noted by the Coatl and acknowledged it with an elegant dip of her crown though by any and all rights she understood that this girl did not have to pay her any sort of heed. Still, the manners she saw thus far brought with it a small hope that Tezcacoatl had some sense in picking a home though Quetzalcoatl had no intentions of leaving without her son by her side. His home was not here, no matter what he might have liked to believe. His throne was awaiting him, Coatl's Rise was awaiting him to usher in the new era of their people. A name was given at the Queen's request Scarlett and though the Rise Queen was not sure she would have any use of it she tucked it away for safe keeping, nevertheless. “I am Quetzalcoatl,” It felt so informal to offer her name without sticking Queen before it. It was explained that she lived in a pack called Duskfire Glacier, the pack that Tezcacoatl must have integrated himself within, though the why remained largely unknown to the Rise Queen. She could not figure out why he had yet to return and why out of a whole guard of women it was only Manauia she scented here, mixed with Tezcacoatl's. Each woman she had had sent with her Pilli had been selected for their mastery in their specific skill sets and yet it was only the Huntress that had seemed to remain by his side.

Now, in the presence of this one called Scarlett, however, was no time to ponder such things. This poor girl did not deserve her ire and worry and confusion. For a moment Quetzalcoatl considered offering her own title and pack name to the girl, but for now stilled her tongue. Some times information was better saved for when it was requested and not so freely given. Scarlett had the Amazon Queen's attention when she spoke that her and this Týrr had the exact same coloration and for a silent moment Quetzalcoatl felt her heart stutter over a beat in her chest. There was only one wolf who shared her exact coloration and that was her son. Chocolate brown fur might not have been all that uncommon but the streaks of silver beneath each crystalline blue eye was something unique to her and her son. It was the fact that he was her spitting image only masculine that had spared his life and caused her to helplessly love and spare her at the time newborn son. Her own mother had tried to steal him away, to rip him from the place where he had nestled, feeding, snarling at Quetzalcoatl that she was a first time mother and knew nothing but Quetzalcoatl knew that her perfect little son was the moon of her life and that she would not let anyone take him away from her, or make, nor treat him as a slave.

Yet, Quetzalcoatl as she broke herself from her memories, precious as they were to her, could not understand why Tezcacoatl would take a moniker from the Vikings. It made no sense to her. He had always simply went by 'Tezca', for the full name was always something earned as opposed to given. The Gods had whispered it into her ear that he would be called it but to go by anything else, even turning away from 'Tezca' was not right. Her mother's intuition told her something was direly wrong but for the sake of not having all of the information Quetzalcoatl stifled it. “Who is this Týrr? The only wolf that I know that looks exactly like me is my son but his name is Tezcacoatl.” Quetzalcoatl inquired softly, trying to work out a conclusion — anything at this point — that would cause this to begin to make any sort of semblance of sense.