“This one is my favorite.” He smirks, glad that she chooses his second favorite and knowing that they at least that much in common, to have liked the same ones. He noses at his pick in the sand and thinking of how he might keep it safe in their warren of dens in Taviora. “I’m glad you like it,” if he could have been caught blushing, he would have been now.
Then a deluge of questions and comments and Alexander is made to police their overexcited talk about Spirane’s new grand poobah. They thought they might, from a person living there, get some information to better defend the borders of Taviora if the Alpha were not a good sort. “Daenerys no longer rules Spirane, you are right. Roman has taken her place now. I haven't met him personally yet but he seems kind. He is welcoming Daenerys to stay as well as her family if they wish to.”
“Roman, ey?” he tilts his head, “At least he is kind, and welcoming I guess.” Alexander is not as dead set against Roman’s choice like Vladimir, but he is not entirely sure it is smart either. “I doubt that that woman lost by much, regardless that I’m surprised she lost at all. For all that she turned a perfectly good follower away because of bias - so Seamus tells it - she is not weak.” The red brother snorts, “He would be welcoming his death into the mountains. From what I hear of her, she has tendencies that remind me of my father - pride, vengeance - and my brother knows how ill advised it is to invite that sort into a home after you have taken it from them.”
“Despite his welcomes and opening the border, a lot have left, and it is true that the pack lost many numbers. It isn't empty but the difference is noticeable.”
“It is to be expected, I assume, as many were her own blood or tied to her some way that was insurmountable. I can admire that he does not chase out those who have given their lives to that home.” Constantine nods, sage in his expression as Liah seems to dwindle in information. He gives her a buffer of calm before she chooses to speak again. “I'm sure you could get better information elsewhere; I've been out of Spirane more often lately since the change. Waiting for things to settle down.” Herschel shakes his head, the other brothers chuckling but nodding as well, knowing what she has told them is more than most had said about it other than cursing the name of the wolf who had taken the throne from Daenerys.
Luckily, these boys were not sheep - understood what it meant was that Roman had proven worthy of the Mountain Throne. “I suppose it's a plus for me, as most of the higher ranks have been flushed out, that means I get a better chance at a higher rank myself.” This, it seems, is just up the boys alley. Her shy admission of ambition brings them all to agreeable laughter, the kind that friends use when they hear something pleasing. “You do it!”
“If she has anything of our mother in her, she will, too.”
“She sounds ruthless enough, Vlad, hah!”
Herschel beams at her, proud of how bold she sounds - knowing the big leap it was for her since the same would be said of him. They shared a quiet shyness and in that moment he knows she can do it just as well as he had with his brothers. “If I can become Far Walker, you can do this easy.” He nods to reaffirm his thought.
THREE YEAR OLD FAR WALKERS OF TAVIORA
the second generation; the grandsons of the first packs
of scotavia | of solevion | of trenus | of ferrine
the freeman king | the executioner | the changeling | the astromancer
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