The girl worked out her reasoning as best he could expect from a child. It was simplistic but the core of the idea, and he was pleased by this. He had worried that being raised by Hybrid would somehow stunt his children with his fanaticism and outright disapproval of his role as Aquila, but it seemed his premature death and Valkyrie’s role as surrogate had kept this from occurring.
A thin smile crossed his face, turning it wolfish. “You were born in this clan,” he explained. “That above all else grants you the right to command.” With that he gave a pointed look of dismissal. He watched her head off, remarking on the true coyote blood that made her unique amongst some downright wolfish cousins. Once he was satisfied she was gone, he rose to his feet and picked up what was left of his kill. In the paranoid manner of their ancestors, he trotted away to another location before finally finishing and moving on.
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