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“Your gods are your own. There is no organized religion here,” she asserts, quick to dissuade the sermons he may be looking to preach. The alphas may have been more receptive to his words, but she did not fancy an extremist zealot running amuck in their ranks, and something in his phrasing fails to sit well with her.

And yet, a warrior to keep their borders. With Germanicus so frequently far afield, they were quite vulnerable to outside- and inside- predations.

“Kvarsheim has many mouths to feed. Too many,” she declares, and more still with Taktuq and Inkeri’s litters on the way… and perhaps her own, though she could not be sure of that yet. Her tail gives a little lift.

“But between you and me, Ingram, I’ve got a real nuisance on my paws. Someone I need chased out of this pack. Do so and I will speak highly of you to the alphas- and you’ll have his den space for your own.”

Her eyes search his for an accord.