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It was heartening to see that Lia agreed with his private assessment of the behavior of her adopted brother. His tail flicked against the furs, pondering.

“Aurielle’s going to love her kids to the ends of the earth, but she would not be against shredding her own child’s ear in front of the visiting alpha if her heir were to be that rude to them, from the first infraction.” He had no doubts his own mother would have knocked him head over tail for disrespecting a visiting dignitary or leader had he done so as a pup.

A memory clicked about the story she’d told him about her trip, and he smiled suddenly as it kindled. “Luckily, she also met the other heir to the Armada, and she was more impressed. Come to think of it, she said his name was Mortis. Is that the same Mortis with the ghost stories?”

His head cocked, ears perking with interest. If it was, he’d at least have forewarning of a winged wolf. He’d never met one, and it only added to the cool factor. Aurielle had met two winged wolves in her lifetime, and one had just about fainted at meeting her. She hadn’t even been glowing yet. If he hadn't been training to be Sentinel, he likely wouldn't have heard the story from his Lady, but she wanted him well-prepared for his high rank, which would include dignitary trips to other packs from time to time. He needed to know at least the outsider's perspective of what sort of leadership he might encounter in the future if he made errands for his Spirit.

It did niggle at him though... was she preparing him for more than Sentinel?

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