YA rodom iz Rossii.
Valinta said, speaking in her native tongue. Russia. she added, realizing that Shaw probably wouldn't know Russian. She nodded to imaginary music as she swiftly exited the tree, and watched Shaw.
V Yevrope. Europe. she said. Tilting her head, Valinta's posture became better, and her bearing became regal.
YA byla docher'yu al'fa. Daughter of alpha in my pack. she said. Valinta would have become the next alphess of the pack, had it not fallen. Maybe she'd collect all of the people against the new leaders and regain her father's pack... Or maybe not. Russia had become a place where the royalty could no longer live, if they wanted to be safe. If they wanted their life to be guarenteed. And that was something Valinta wanted dearly.
She had fought long and hard to come to this place, to keep her life, and going back to Russia would just destroy all those efforts, no matter how much she wanted to return.
Return was not an option. YA dolzhen ostat'sya. she thought.
Indeed, she would remain.
Valinta Speaks
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