Jade Fern Grove slay the nemean lion

She regarded him carefully. One wolf had conquered a pack and made them all bow to his will? Likely, she thought, there had been some dissent before. She thought it must be impossible, for one as young as him, to be a conqueror- and get, the light possibility of such a thing made her look at him in wonder. 

It made her doubt herself. She could not take on all of the Rise- several of her contemporaries had beat her in spars, more than once. For all of her ferocity, she was still a novice. 

She was surprised to hear that Basilica had fallen. It’s foundation was a wolf who had conquered- and like ancient stone monoliths, it seemed just as susceptible to the ebb and flow of time. Even the mightiest trees would crack and fall, regardless of how deep their roots might reach. 

He seemed to feel he was little more than a shade of himself. She pitied him, though it irked her that he seemed to think so little of being a father. Her eyes narrowed.

”Which would you rathuh have, then?” She asked, her heart thrumming. ”A family, or to be a leaduh again?”

Her mind buzzed with the possibilities.