Sentinels of the Past [Rhaegara]

Yes, they were; packs, it was a strange name, but she supposed she could roll with it if that was the vernacular of the locale. He spoke more about his pack, noting that he seemed pleased that he’d been able to help her thus far. He went into detail about the pack ideals. Unity. Honor. Courage. Valor. Integrity. It reminded her of home, or, at the very least the home she thought it had been before the coup. Perhaps it hadn’t been so honorable, united or honest. It had been a lie shrouded in naitivity.

He was dedicated, she could hear it from the way he spoke to the glint in his eye and tonal meanings in his voice. They were things she’d been trained to detect when brokering trade deals because she’d been taught that anyone who hadn’t been her tribe were her enemy at the end, regardless of how long the peace lasted. It had been one of the more disheartening lessons she’d had to learned, but she had learned it well.

Lastly came the alpha’s name, Aurielle, called her the Spirit. A part of her sensed blasphemy in the name itself, but she brushed it off. Different customs meant different beliefs and religions, another lesson she’d been given. “She sounds like a kind and just ruler.” She said politely, saving the information hoping she never had to use it. “I’m sure you’d make a fine beta. I can tell you truly care for the wellbeing of your tr-pack.” She cut herself off from the word ‘tribe’ midsentence, correcting herself.