we all survive in our own little ways

The stranger still wasn’t dead, and if he agreed to her request she would be allowed to observe his effects for even longer. By the time they arrived at the rocks she could be assured of the quality of this man’s gift. His words were softly complementary, and his title was not quite as high as her rank deserved. She opened her mouth to correct him as he continued with his answer. His request seemed simple enough, and one or two nights wouldn’t hurt them to allow him so near the pack.

”The trade is easy enough. What is your name stranger?” She asked, though didn't allow her delicately sculpted nose to fall as he held her head high. She may have felt a deep emptiness inside from Archon being ripped away, but putting herself into her leadership role helped to redirect her pain. It wasn’t all encompassing as she embraced her role as Empress. ”How long have you been on the road?” She pried, but then again she had a right if she was going to allow him protection and a safe haven next to her brood.