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Hannibal's howl startles her awake. Stirring between the warmth of her five puppies, Leera's eyes split open and she yanks her head up. She can recognize her old comerade's octaves from anywhere, and this time, there is a tension in the tones that can only mean one thing: he is challenging Tyranis for Erövrare. "Shh, my children," she purrs over them, hoping to lull them back to their dreams as she sits up in the darkness of the Abaven den and listens carefully.

The first face that enters is Shaye, who seems to have heard the challenge as well. She wonders what the alphess will make of the challenge, but Leera's mind is made up. Hannibal deserves the throne more than Tyranis, especially after what she's seen, after her closeness with the lightening king, and she'll be rooting for him. "It's Hannibal. He's challenging for Erövrare," she whispers quickly to Shaye, her eyes glistening with anticipation. Her ears flick back from the puppies to the other woman. "Will you be going to the battlefield?"

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