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"There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain..."

She knew that it would take all kinds to make a pack. She didn't believe that you could have a large group of like-minded wolves and keep it all together like that. No, there were wolves of all kinds in the world and she welcomed them all. She didn't care if they were cannibals, vampires, or just plain crazy. She was sure she could find a job for all of them to do and contribute. She didn't believe in good and evil wolves. There was only good and evil deeds a wolf could do. Many wolves didn't see eye to eye with Andras and his vision for Moladian. They called him evil, called him a Demon. She wouldn't put him on a pedestal and say everything he did was right, but she believed that HE felt it was right. He wouldn't have been so passionate about his mission if he didn't. And Moladian needed that passion again. Everyone was settling with what they had been giving. They needed to get fired up again, find something to believe in. She didn't think she was a centerhead for change or anything so grand as that. She didn't think she was going to become the something they believe in. No, but if she could at least get the wheels turning again, then maybe by the next generation or even the one after that, maybe by then, Moladian would be back on its feet.

She just had to keep it going till then. A fresh start. It's what everyone needs sometimes. The wolves who had come to her were no different. Some just didn't want to leave and she understood that. Once you get used to one place, it's scary to think about living anywhere else. She wouldn't toss anyone out. She just wanted to get them thinking for themselves again. The former alpha was all about greed and power. He liked to manipulate and control. His army would never be everything he wanted it to be that way. It would just be puppets who thought the way he wanted them to think. Free thinking is what opened someone up to the next level. That's what Andras did for her so long ago. He handed her a brain and told her to use it, and so she did. She wondered when the wolves who used to rule this place would be back to claim it. She was sure the alpha pair hadn't just disappeared into thin air. Avery was pulled from her musings when a voice cut through the air. It had a slightly whimsical tone to it and her ears flicked back and forth before settling on the female walking toward her. She lifted a brow, studying the wolf.

She recognized this one as one of the first to say she was staying. She was here under the former alpha's rule. She didn't know Avery and that was okay. Avery didn't really know her either. The female's head tilted as she walked and it bounced oddly as she made her way up the hill. Avery stood her ground, tail flicking behind her as the female met her gaze and moved her head, tilting it the other way now as her ears pricked forward. The female spoke and the words seemed oddly disconnected, but somehow understandable. The question seemed more like maybe she knew or guessed that Avery was not so new to Iromar. Avery nodded in confirmation. "I was born here. My mother was Chernobyl, a wolf of Iromar. She mated with a stupid Angel of Diveen, Beowulf. She had her pups here but then she abandoned us and went to live in Diveen. I stayed here. Andras and his mate mentored me and I was here as Aithne's head warrior when she was Empress." She used Aithne's unique title fondly. Aithne would always be an Empress in her mind. She wasn't sure how much of that the female would understand but at least it was something.

When the female did look at her, her gaze was intelligent and intense, which threw Avery off a bit but she kept her face open with curiosity. How much of it was an act and how much of it was habit, then? Did the wolf really have something going on with her mind or was this just something she'd started to do and never left behind? She asked more questions and Avery shook her head, lips twitching in amusement. "No, I can't take credit for that. He had already abandoned the land when I got here. I didn't have to chase or fight anyone, unfortunately." Her eyes flicked again before focusing once more on the wolf. If she didn't know any better, Avery would think she was almost like a seer of types, someone who could see things that others couldn't, someone who would know things that others could not. She talked about the moors themselves hearing, as if the land spoke to her. Could she really hear things or was it literally all in her head? Avery was thoughtful for a moment before she caught the wolf's gaze. "I am Avery. What do you call yourself?"