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Aquene could not help but snort at the woman’s complaint, offering her a wink. “I mean, better than me trying to yell across the canyon for it to fall on literal deaf ears.” She pointed out before she was acknowledged. “Thanks… it still doesn’t feel real, you know? Like nothing feels different. I guess I thought it would feel different.” Aquene had been prepared to take a role similar to this, just with far less sway over the workings of the pack, a glorified incubator… she guessed there would be some kind of powerful feeling with it.
 
The question came, and Aquene offered a shrug, the hints of her insecurity showing on her features for a moment. “It’s going I guess… it’s… weird… like I still look around for Ruenna to guide, you know?” She understood why the woman had stepped down. “And Arsenio was not happy to learn I had accepted the role and chosen to keep my family in Mereo… it’s hard to not worry about that.”