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Her hackles bristled at his words. She was outnumbered, if only by a little. The odds weren't in her favor if there would be a fight, but she had trained- she was battle ready. Why did he sound this way? She had only followed her heart, and she obviously felt bad for it. She wondered why he hadn't asked about her children yet. Was he not interested in where she had been? She blinked at the female, raising her head as well as her tail. She was still a leader, and they were not protected by their pack now. 

So I was only an alpha to you? Her voice sounded somewhat broken, but never did she stutter. And here she thought they had something in common. Never had she seen her wolves as just mindless subordinates, they had been friends- family. Issun was the living proof of those bonds, and she was grateful for getting another chance. She was grateful for a chance to make things up with him. She was grateful for her whole life now, and she would rule Arthendal till the end of her days.

Her attention shifted to the female, who did seem interested in her backstory. Better than ever. She replied, her voice a mix of confusion and certainty. She didn't reply anymore, feeling kind of useless in this situation. Should she ask how he ended up with Moonspear? With her? She rubbed her scar on her own fur, more to hide it than to dry it. Luckily the scratches on her muzzle had almost fully healed, otherwise she might've concerned someone.