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Again she was away from her new ‘home’, uninterested in meeting all the new wolves she was expected to coexist with. Hell, she was just now starting to care about Chimera; why the hell would she care about all the new nobodies in some foreign pack? Hmpf. So she was out stalking through the underbrush, finding herself at the base of that mountain once again; not looking for anything in particular, but damn, something must have been looking for her.

A voice caught her attention; carried to her on the breeze, beaconing her forward like a moth to a flame. When she arrives, she’s met by a gathering group of wolves; the ringleader, an ebony and ivory woman with stark, emerald eyes. As Nimue looks up at her, she’s overtaken by a sense of awe; this woman had power. It was palpable in the air, it resonated from her in waves and it made Nimue’s fur stand on edge. And yet, she was intrigued. She spoke of a pack called The Syndicate, a kingdom Nimue hadn’t heard before. And when she asked if they knew what strength was, Nimue couldn’t help but chime in. “Strength is power; the ability to take what you want, do what you want, create what you want.”  Her little chest puffed out, shoulders straightening and toes digging into the earth. Yes, she knew what strength was.  

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