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The shadow could not be certain whether he liked the idea of allying himself with the Pharaoh. They did not share ideals or purposes in their lives. Crowfeather blinked at Belen, knowing that she could soothe any anger the royal man might have felt, but disliking that even more. It was not her place to pet his ego. The seer did not feel that the man was entitled to have them as an ally.

We could discuss that, but… we do not serve the same purpose. I do not know if I wish to be connected to the Pharaoh in that way.

The Starsea had never shared allies. They were friendly enough with the other clans, but this was kept in place by monthly gatherings held in a meeting round – a place where everyone was on equal footing. Crowfeather considered this for some time, wondering if the Pharaoh would agree to gatherings in the way that the boy had known them.

Belen surprised him with her next question. She wished to know what name he might call her, a name of his people.

Oh- his voice was soft. Belen was beautiful and intelligent. She had a way with her words that he had never seen in another wolf. She was soft when needed, sharp when the situation called for it. Crowfeather could not offer her a name without considering it closely. He peered at her with a thoughtful expression.

The people of my home are named for their abilities or their features. Your eyes would be a rarity. Your ability to- to communicate would be good, as well.

Crowfeather had only shared names with two other wolves since he had arrived in the new lands. Germanicus and Satsu had been given names of the Starsea. The young man believed that Belen deserved one, too.

The girl who speaks with silver words – Silvertongue. Or, maybe… since she had seemed to enjoy her time spent on the island, Runs with the sea – Searunner. Crowfeather looked to her bashfully.