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Perhaps she should have expected that this meeting would come to pass some day. There was no way that she could have expected to not have to interact with the new leader of the tribe, though she would have willingly put it off forever, if it had only been possible. Dawali had seemed kind, and the tribe had praised him as a good leader, but Foxglove had not seen that. She had only seen the coward who had allowed a strange man to come in and demolish everything the tribe had. He had allowed him to imprison her, as well as captives from other packs. His leadership had been nothing like the blonde wolfdog had expected, nothing like it had been painted by the tribe's mentality during Maska's tyranny. They had collectively called for his return to leadership by fighting against Maska, but none of them had come to help her.
She didn't belong, and she was painfully aware of it.
Her one good ear flicked back at the sound of the larger woman's approach; the other remained folded, useless for anything but muffled sound. It was only when the council woman was closer that she turned to acknowledge the woman that now led the tribe. "Unalihelitseti," she repeated in her quiet tones, the word falling strangely from her tongue. She had not made an effort to learn the native language of the tribe, as many had, and so it felt strange to speak the greeting that had been given to her, that was expected in return. She left out an identifier; she knew the woman's name and she knew the title she wore on her breast, but Foxglove did not know what to call her. She hardly knew what to think of her. Dawali and Maska had poisoned her mind against leaders of the tribe.
Why did she not simply leave?
She did not know the answer.
"I am fine. Simply lamenting that I have yet to give my mare a name," she spoke in lilting tones, her fingers entangled in the mare's silken mane. She had been in possession of the docile mare for so long, and yet, she remained without a calling. In her mind, Foxglove simply thought of her as The Mare. Jade eyes narrowed slightly as she focused on the brown woman's face. "And you, Anasgayv?" she asked, her voice now taking on a slightly more steely tone as she acknowledged the woman's status. It could not be helped.
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