Supremacy

At his thoughtful hum and the questions that followed, Absinth's smile widened. Her tail swished gently behind her as she leaned closer, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Oh yes," She said, her tone a purr of amusement, "There are two that started it all, the ones who told their family and friends I was worthy of their devotion. Their names are Vita and Amos. I befriended them seasons ago, after spending my youth watching them from the gutters of my homeland. They gave me glimpses into family, into having bonds with other souls."

As if on cue, two ravens descended from the canopy, their wings fluttering gracefully as they landed near the wolves. Their beaks parted, and they croaked out familiar words, "Lady Absinth," and "RavenKin." Though they appeared as ordinary ravens, their bond with Absinth was unmistakable.

"For those who look similar," She continued, her gaze shifting between the two birds, "It's in the way they fly, the sounds they make, their habits. Over time, you learn to recognize these subtle differences." Just as she spoke, Vita hopped forward, clicking her beak a few times in a distinctive pattern, while Amos stayed back, his head bobbing low to the ground in his own unique manner.

Absinth's eyes softened as she watched the ravens, her posture relaxed but attentive. She turned back to Indica, her voice firm yet instructive. "See how they move, how they communicate? Each one has its own way of expressing itself. With patience and observation, you'll come to know them as well as I do."

"Absinth Artemisia Inferos"