Sleeping Dragon my heart has always been soaked in rocket fuel and sorrow

Lucani's thirst for further information was less about simple curiosity and more about a desire to know more about Thuringwethil herself, as well as their new packmate and the personal culture that lay behind (and yet in front of) them.

She was especially interested by what it might mean to not have a choice in becoming leader. Perhaps their culture was one in which prophecy was idealised, or she had been physically forced by some master puppeteer... and although the latter seemed unlikely, Lucani didn't yet rule it out.

Then it must be refreshing to have a choice here at Sleeping Dragon. And to be wanted by all your subordinates. It was a simple, truthful, unpretentious reassurance. But Lucani left it there, moving her pale golden eyes to the cold, grassy path ahead. For Thuringwethil clearly had no desire to continue the conversation, and Lucani respected that through and through.

The older female was patient, and would not let her imagination run away with her. Thuringwethil had scratched the surface of a cultural story, and Lucani had every faith that when the young Alpha was ready — in hours, days, or even weeks from now — she would tell her more.